I watch the slow burn
of my joke in a head-on
with the invisible brick wall
dividing you from me.

Sizzling, Fizzling
in a crumpled mess.
Someone please call an ambulance
And erase this scene

In the following silence
I watch the words
Dangle above:
The elusive Perfect Punchline.


Reeling, rolling from the wreckage
I watch and wonder and wait...


Relief!
Starting at the corners
Your lips turn

A pity laugh- the lowest form of flattery!
But a pretty laugh indeed.
And the smile is genuine
It's all I need.


I was once told
That those who love you
Are always honest
And never deceive.

But I think those who love you most
Let you dwell in your delusions.

And I should know.

11/03/2007