Silent Laughter (or, Some Habits Stay The Same)

These nocturne stays

Information highways

Midnights sure spent

Bridled entertainment

Film reel after film reel

Of shallowest humour

Caricatures and reacts

Of both joy and horror

Chuffed convulsions

Paroxysms of delight

Coned cacchinations

A euphoric teary-eyed

Attempting to conceal

Biting down with mirth

Or contained laughter

‘Til lungs almost burst

In a room of reposing

It’s a minefield I’ll risk

Nostalgia at old days

When it felt like magic.

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