Levity

And I'm still laughing
while you twist in the wind.

While you fold up your limbs like a
sidewalk confection.

You are a kartman's delicacy
all limb and twist.

The world outside is beating against the window
in torrents and in rage
and
I'm still laughing.

The dead in their graves
and the poor in the streets.

The war in the hills
and the drunkard and his wife
flailing fists
and
I'm still laughing.

Maybe they should come for me.

Maybe they will come for me.

I sleep with an arsenal
knives in the sheets.
Maybe they should come for me.
Let them come.
I'll still be laughing.