Merry Derry

There was incessant laughing,
















and my mouth was this wide open,
from top to bottom,

and it made me funnier,
or less sad,
or less morbid,
or whatever the fuck,

and I kept my mouth wide open to make it seem like that fun ride,
with the wide lips,
and the mirrors,
and the sea mist,

and the way the world was supposed to end in Maine,

but I was funnier,
I was less sad,

I was not less morbid,

but whatever the fuck.