
And for our next act
by
Damien Posterino
They say I need
to laugh more
But what if
it’s the wrong type?
I sit here
listening to people
My ears are
pricked balloons
Deflated by their
vanilla anecdotes
Amusing nobody
but themselves
I get the giggles
at funerals
How I hope I have
the last laugh too
Not forced to get
the joke anymore
Someone laughed hard
at something they didn’t hear
It reminded me
of so many filtered sunsets
Smear your lens
with lots more Vaseline
I tried to
laugh again recently
It sounded
a bit maniacal
In the mirror
there was an audience
Waiting for
the punch line

Damien Posterino (he/him) is a poet currently writing full time in Mexico. Damien is Melbourne born but has also made London his home. His poetry explores themes of characters, commentary and capturing moments in time. He has been published in recent editions of Jupiter Review, Fairy Piece Magazine and Poetic Sun Journal. You can find him on Twitter at twitter.com/damienposterino