Laughter

it was funny, really:

i expected red

but all it was

was brown

from the rust

of this old cutter i stole

from the office downstairs

it's about an inch or so

and it's this murky nastiness

flowing down my arm

like a polluted stream

i remember falling asleep

with my hand off the bed

to keep it flowing

and i expected a pool

of crimson slickness

whenif i rose

this morning

i laughed and i laughed and i laughed