Laughter

Laughter – come home; but what is laughter: its root: its gesture.
I stained laughter: aloof and stiff; for laughter scorned, a
Pit of mud; and laughter cried, a woman’s name; but greatest
Laughter, a subtle chide; and laughter sweet, a coarse remark.

I fathom laughter; a torn rebuke; but does it live; and how gelid
—a morbid laugh; and how warm—a crooked smile; and face
The ghost, a woman’s laugh: a zenic heart: the flash of pain;
And gesture sweet: a sugar laugh; but fallen soul: a jealous laugh;

And what is glee: a laughter harsh; and what is joy: a passing
Laugh. I filter laughs: a gravid pain; and richest laughs: a fist of
Friends; and deadly laughs, a secret con: a portrait laugh, a
Silver line; and laughter terse, the curt of laughs: a feeling sore:
A serpent’s laugh; and chuckle deep, a glass of hurt: a bullet
Soft: a laughing curse.