Laughter from the right
Follows laughter
From the left.
In the deep of the night
This is no laughing
Matter.
Early morning birds
Pick up the task of
Driving you mad.
Laughter in the afternoon
When life seems sadder
Doesn’t help.
In the evening — do not ask.
Heaping up the pieces
Of your day-self.
Nothing like a full-blown moon
And a mouse in the room
Daring you to sleep.
