From the corner…

I can see you laughing from

the corner of your smile

And it’s not the kind of laughter that

means hang around a while

And it’s not the kind of laughter that

says let me lend a hand

It’s the kind of smile that

tells you to drop dead—

I can see you laughing from

the corner of your eye

And it’s not the kind of laughter

that is taken by surprise

And it’s not the kind of laughter

that breaks before it bends

It’s the kind of sideways glare

that kills you from within

Cause I can see you laughing

and I hope it serves you well

In corners we’re all suffering

but I’m not laughing now

it comes when it does

it comes in the night
in the morning while waking

it comes with a fright
sometimes without thinking

turns on like a light
or out somewhere drinking

when it does
it soothes with delight.

it comes after noon
in Ubers and cars

it comes now in June
in twilight and bars

I sit with the moon
and contemplate stars

when it does
I’m nearer than far.

it comes in the mourning
and pages of books

it comes without warning
in passerby who

look quiet and boring
it comes quite aloof

when it does, I’m
up on the roof.

it can not be forced
like lovers divorced

it does what it does
with little remorse

it comes like the wind
a powerful force

when it does
I can’t quite explain.