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

© Christopher Raine