June 4 by The Running Son
Ŏ̋, smile ћiɢʜ̉̉̆
Laugh out loud–
comedy is high
a noose for the banal,
a lasso for the proud
and a big grin for the newly found.
loosening muscles ’round heart canals–
venetian water-way easy, fare free and
carefree with a mild savoir faire.
Daring you to start smiling.
So says comedic styling, and the manic tiling
of windows, notifications, plebeian wiles,
wounded hearts, posted ironic arts,
and burnt out stars piling
too high. I must pass by.
I could die aghast–but I’d rather
close loops of us battling
out a smile, and a laugh.
by Jim Aldrich
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