Saturday, April 16


Her laugh her laugh her laugh
goes ha-ha-ha
& takes up my time

If by magic I make her
(as is my pleasure)
go ha-ha-ha

then I will be full moon happy
Because outside the
bar I make her cry from it

bent-bent up-up double
holding her belly
going ha-ha-ha That makes

me happier full moon happy
She brushes tears from
her blue eyes & thick lashes

& drips tears all over her laugh
heavenly laughter
going ha-ha-ha

She’s a slot machine, a penny
arcade I keep putting
jokes into

& she satisfies ha-ha-ha-me
with flashing lights
,laughter, pay-outs, ha-ha-ha.

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