we laugh at the folly of others,
we laugh together; out of fear,
fear of having to live in a moment of lucid silence,
fear of trampling on the conscience of the other,
fear of ourselves, mainly.
so i sigh when we're done with our belly warming chuckle
because i know that what we've just done
is a crime against truth, against knowledge.
we have violated the very rules we invented,
and only for the sake of youthful self-centeredness.
when we've finished laughing, laughing together
i'll want to break away and cry,
beating my hands upon the vial walls
we will have erected in the name of ignorance,
a false kind of ignorance, because you and i know
what it means to lie, deceive, to tantalize the
baby bird with an earth covered worm
and these skills only belong in the skill set of the knowledged
i hate laughing at things the idiot would and does find amusing
because it's the worse kind of pretending.
it's the desecration of all that i love,
the admittance of easiness
the scalpel that shreds through the surreal;