drinking magic hat
blind faith, not no. 9
thinking about the difference
from one to six and six to nine
in the laughter of hello kitty
imagining the look on your face
as you suppresses a number six
laugh, holding it like a sneeze
in the romantic sense, of course
blind faith is heavier than no. 9
just as a laugh is heavier than a giggle
which if you were to number all
the different giggles
you would be lost in a menagerie of silliness
like in a room lined with mirrors
of echoing titters
one more beer and i am off to bed
with assorted laughter to keep me company
lost in the subtle nature of my disbelief
dancing with a lamp shade on my head
amid the innuendoes of raunchy guffaws
in the club, bonjour kitkat and
remembering no. 9, so bawdy
wishing i could keep up
wishing i could just lay my head
lamp shade and all, on your shoulder
and smile