Laughter Alone

From crimson oceans
where choked laughter once screamed
now fallows in swaddling cover
awaiting creams and fragrances
to tickle the vibrations center
of another kind

Once proud with school books shouldered
destined it sit upon kidskin thrones of thievery
these modern pillagers from Ivy Halls
still suckling on innocence past
sigh contempt at Washington's deus ex machina

Gloating from stories on high
where the air is light
the laughter heavy
sweaty fingering of papered pleasure tremble
about to post another bonus for Cayman waters

Lesser sanguine chuckles
now beckon the button
where new aspirants
with encapsulated gasps
like such impassioned beginnings
elevate to waiting spires
of suffocating moneyscape craters

For is not laughter unheard
save laughter alone
sooner
or
later
?