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