© Christopher Raine



We Laugh


Yeah, we’re going broke 
wages going down 
costs going up 
we find our laughter 
under seat cushions 
like loose change 
amongst the crumbs 
my wife and I 
leaning on each other 
like two playing cards 
waiting for a gust of wind 
to knock us down 
I make her a piña colada
I drink my rum with ice
when it’s good
with cola when it’s not
I’m almost out of cola now
we listen to music
and bitch about life
then we laugh
we laugh
in gallows mirth
giddy and morose
we lie in a bed
of satire
and dead flowers
in barren gardens
as autumn falls
we laugh