Franks Psychiatry 5 # 66: cigarette? still laughing!

she’s a stroller
with teeth
false ones that shine bright
like ill-fitting pickets
behind a rictus of lips

 

and that particular laugh

 

heh heh heh Heh HEh HEH HEH
HEHHHH!!!

 

would work best
around a cauldron
in a group of three

 

with thunder

 

beady-eyed chief scrounger
her stroll is always

 

in pursuit

 

of an unfinished cigarette
a butt-end that can be manipulated
to provide the elusive last drag
or a light
to get the

 

puff-puff

 

damn thing going

 

on sunny days
the cackle
filters down the slope of the yard

 

from where she reclines
on the hostel’s broken chaise lounge
and chortles to a private amusement
from the apex position
that commands a view
of every likely location
and repository
for a careless discard

 

retrieved swiftly
like the bright flash
of descended lightning
while the fag-end still bravely salutes
with the rise of a sinuous blue wisp

 

oh yes
this is the good life

 

heh Heh HEH
HEHHHH!!!

 

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