What an Awful Pleasure

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What an Awful Pleasure

At 8 O’clock
At Central Station
A Stone in the Swamp
Another Stone in the Swamp
Under the Creed"s Mantle
The Tip of My Tongue
Misery
Fear
What an Awful Pleasure

I fear my laughter.
I’ve got no guts to laugh my head off,
so I head off to someplace else.
And only my thick lips
are smiling thinly.
A most serious of citizens
choked yesterday
on an unchewed smile and died.
I fear my laughter.
Laughter is health only if
the spirit is healthy…
But those
suffering from laughter walk about grinning.
I fear my fear.
I do not shake with laughter.
I shiver.

AuthorRumen Leonidov
2018-08-21T17:22:42+00:00 September 21st, 2013|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 91|0 Comments