anxiety in a smile that lies
it is nervous and tight
there is no room for a giggle
a snicker escapes its prison
sarcastic to the bone
brittle by light of day
exhausted by noon
severity in the clock
mocking me with its ability to stop
trapping me in the clarity of the moment
my vision is to run away
except there is no hiding
the horror of the moment smiles wickedly
it is relaxed, easy as a Mississippi river
it can wait for your soul
death flips a quarter and asks, will it be now or later?








