canned laughter

i worry sometimes
all i am
is a sea
of misaprehenions
a slurry of words
spat in the same
sullen monotony
a flake of
dandruff marring
an immaculate suit

other times
i am sure of it

but occasionally
i yearn to be
more than
the last drink
half spit
half cheap whiskey
left forgotten
in the bottom
desk drawer of a
caricature taken
from a fifties
detective novel

life is funny
that way
it is just harder
to laugh
through the tears

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