LAUGH, LAUGH WHILE YOU DIE SLOWLY…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

Laugh
there
in the darkness
of night
alone
while reaching
for a light
or a reason
or a remote control
Laugh
my foolish friends
Laugh
while the sky
is filled with smoke
and the helicopters
fly above the wastelands
and the world
surrounds us
with its trivialities
and its cruel jokes
The lights of the City
sparkle
under the black
starless
cloak of night sky
The freeways hum
flowing
like the blood
in your veins
and the heart
is a drum beat
ticking
blood seconds
through eternity…
distant voices
music
random noises
breaking glass
a dog barking
a cat fight
and silence
blessed silence
so rare…
Laugh
while it all comes
crashing down around you
while you work yourself to death
for nothing
doing nothing
a big zero
a useless wa$te
Laugh
while dreams die
on the pavement
and
art lies hidden behind a veil
and
all meaning slips away
on black wings
swiftly
Laugh
at the moon
and the sun
and the madness of it all
the screaming days
the drunken nights
the passion and love
and sadness and mirth
and
lost dogs
and
lost people
Laugh
at the wind
in the trees
and the trashed newspapers
blowing
down empty sunday streets
like white birds flying
Laugh
I say
Laugh
at the ordinary
while submerged in it
you die slowly…
THB3
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