Density of Calamitous Laughter


Aspirants for the never-ending cycle of the 1%.
Congressional recess, the dream.

The 2024-2025 eclipse.

Laughter alone
From crimson oceans,
where choked laughter once screamed,
now fallow in swaddling cloudy cover,
awaiting creams and fragrances
to tickle the vibration center
of another kind.

Once proud with schoolbooks shouldered,
destined it sits 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
I'm 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 money-scape craters
where laughter finds no echo.

For is not laughter unheard
when smothered by unaccountable guilt
where sooner
or
later
there is only
the empty air of immunity’s calamity

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