"whistling past the graveyard"

(for kate sith's spirit & andy kaufman's soul)
 

nowhere
on this gray-green
earth are you more likely
to hear less
real laughter
than at the ancient ruins
known to this day
as "comedy" clubs
where the only tried
& true giggled
giggles are those that
spring nervously
from the half-drunken
fact that
the audience still
refuses
to fathom the stand-up's
supposed steely nerve
as it dies there
naked & stoned
in a spot of smoke
& light...

well. hell. just. sit. the. f*ck.

d
o
w
n

g o d d a m m i t ! ! !

whistling past the graveyard...

yr more likely to get
an earful of pure gut
laughter - laughing
at yr OWN f*cking
funeral...!

the sound
of one
hand clapping??

my ass!!

"hey - i'll be here
all week - i'll be
hear for all
eternity..."

here...

your welcome

&

good morning

starshine -

or some such sh*t.
 

--F'Ugly Th3 Kl*wN (Scapegoat-Anti-Poet-At-Large)