The Laughing Matter

Tristan Robert Lange

pounding
pulsating
pressure
pumping profusely
 
each belligerent beat
bleeding out
the fierce flow
forcing me
 
upward
 
its warm inside
wet,
 
i reach
grab
find a cord,
a stem,
to pull myself up
out
of
t
h
e
tremors,
terror gripping tightly,
 
voices of laughter echo
 
but I can’t find the joke
the humor is lost
on me
 
i
climb
h
i
g
h
e
r
up into labyrinthine corridors,
the grayness matters
less than its
components:
 
all colors
mixed with
the absence of all color
 
the voices
paired with
incandescent images
humiliating and horrifying,
 
numerical problems propagating
swirling
 
               2 x 5 =
 
4 + 4 =               124/2=
 
        (6+7)*4/2=
 
like a twister.
the adrenaline twitches me.
i squirm and climb
upward
to
t
h
e
light.
 
the problems follow,
the answers elude.
I reach the peak
and lift my
weight
over
the  e
         d
       g
     e .
 
the light ahead calls
and I cannot resist it,
though i also
don't
        want
                to
                   see,
for I know what awaits.
the closer it draws,
the orbs growing over me
as i pass through the white
 
institutional
 
i now know the source
of the disembodied voices
laughing;
though,
now that i can see
through my own eyes,
the voices are embodied
by my peers,
by supposed friends
by my teachers.
 
the joke has been found.
 
I am the clown
everyone
laughs
at.
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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  • arqios

    Sometimes being the centre of attention is a very awkward thingπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Especially when it is forced on you in a classroom setting. Indeed. Thank you so much for your time and thoughts, my friend. πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

      • arqios

        Oh I remember those days! Most welcome πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

      • sorenbarrett

        Reminiscent of a birth from the womb. This existential birth into a surreal world of observers with no understanding and no empathy where born naked one is who they are totally naive and ignorant in a new world. As for the clown others may laugh but they are the fools. A striking poem that forms thoughts in figures, numbers, shapes or lettering new to the eye. Most creative my friend.

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Thank you, Soren. For your time, your analysis, understanding and appreciation. Always valued and most appreciated, my friend. πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

        • Tony36

          Excellent write Tristan

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            Thank you, my friend! πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

            • Tony36

              You're welcome

            • orchidee

              Could sound like an adventure of a certain Obi.... yes? LOL.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Sure. Probably the start of all his...erm...problems. πŸ€£πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

              • Thomas W Case

                Superb work. Excellent flow.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Thank you so much, Thomas. Much appreciated! πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

                • NinjaGirl

                  A whole new meaning to class clown...maybe I was never laughed at but I certainly was made to feel stupid in school!

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Yeah. This, unfortunately comes from my memory, for sure. School was a cruel, cold place...and I was made to feel stupid too. It took me a long time to realize I'm not. Thank you so much, my friend, for your time and astute understanding of the poem and the emotions involved. πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

                    • NinjaGirl

                      The school system failed so many kids...so many of us.

                      • Tristan Robert Lange

                        For sure! πŸ’―

                      • Salvia.S

                        Vivid and impactful imagery with palpable emotional depth. Well done!!!

                        • Tristan Robert Lange

                          Thank you, dear Salvia! Your time and analysis are always anticipated and appreciated. πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

                        • Poetic Licence

                          A very creative way of touching a very serious subject, relatable in so many ways, wonderful write

                          • Tristan Robert Lange

                            Thank you, Tobani. I am really glad you came on in time for this one as I know you understand. Your presence, time, analysis, and support are so very much appreciated. Enjoy your evening, my friend! πŸ–€πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™

                            • Poetic Licence

                              Thank you and you too

                            • Cheeky Missy

                              La dee! Were we, every last one of us, clowns in our various circles before finally being shown as artists and poets/poetesses? There's so much in this pretty number which resonates and seems to reverberate as if--? Gorgeously rendered with excellent imagery, fascinating effects, and a charming though painful poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

                              • Tristan Robert Lange

                                Thank you so much, my friend. I am sorry for your pain, too, but it seems it produced something rather wonderous in us, didn't it? Your time, your understanding analysis and your friendship are most valued! πŸ§ πŸŽ­πŸŒ€πŸ™



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