Loud Laughter

It wafts out of the same demented hallway monsters march out of also:

the vampire sings, laughter follows. A machine modified to present

clear and present danger keeps the bellies stretching silk shirts

bouncing. It is casual Friday on Monday and everyone wants their share

of the orchestra. The ground shakes; it was the earth’s laughter forgetting

the whole town sleeps at night. All rise, the chandelier rises by falling

and laughter follows home the man whose car was totaled

on the highway in a hit-and-run. The clerk at the tow yard

laughs at the consistency of accidents, stories of accidents, accidents

caused by looking at accidents. Beneath that junkyard of smashed cars,

the broken jaws of bumpers, there’s an underground skyscraper

at the bottom of which someone feels like king. There are no kings

only magicians of the singular, making unlike the like.

Bound in image, away they walk.

Up the Depths

The market is alive with one thousand toothpicks stabbed into olives soaking in white wine. A giant cardboard box only moveable by machine is overwhelmed with watermelons. Now clouds and stars are more than nuts and bolts securing the walls of the sky, provided by the eye that watches like an ostrich in an eggshell, awaiting revolution. Revolution marches out of the mind rewinding. It knows history as the long waterslide you wait in line to ride which ends where the hundred-headed hydra hoards several severed heads in its golden catacomb.