Plastic Cups of Laughter

it is the sound of inanities being poured
into plastic cups of laughter
that finally saws through bones,
otherwise I wouldn’t trust someone
who slipped in under cover of night,
his dark side as ill-concealed as his glib persuasion,
but sometimes you have to lay out
all the broken pieces of shell and let him
sew them back with silver tacks,
let him fill a crucible of purple stars with
empty promises,
let him read to you from books never written
about things possibility has never dreamt of,
after all, I will talk about it in the morning
say I watched the moon dressed like Sisyphus
play an ivory ukeleke till dawn
and hear the pause of incomprehension
quickly smothered by chords of contrived mirth
chewing loudly through yet another refurbished armour.

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18 thoughts on “Plastic Cups of Laughter

    1. Thanks Sherry..the inanities, the nonsense around us can bring us down quickly unless we find ways to fond inspiration and energy… sometimes it is easy to get lost in the mindless noise.

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  1. I wandered in the forest of your imagery and found amazing phrases and lines:

    ‘plastic cups of laughter’ – I’d like a few of those this morning 🙂

    ‘let him fill a crucible of purple stars with
    empty promises’

    ‘say I watched the moon dressed like Sisyphus
    play an ivory ukeleke till dawn’

    …’hear the pause of incomprehension
    quickly smothered by chords of contrived mirth’.

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  2. I’d listen to anyone who filled a crucible with purple stars and i’d certainly let them sew pieces of shell together with silver tacks. Who cares if other people think that kind of thing is laughable. Keep strumming that ukeleke (even though I don’t know what it is) with the moon 🙂

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