Laughing

Writing has been difficult of late, 

but my juices turned into ample spit 

enough to swallow a pill.

Laughing.

The pink and white pills keep me sane. 

While my words play games in my brain.

But, at least, an absence of vicious pain.

I travelled on-and-on with wonder,

Through white flashings and thunder,

With one thing and then some other.

Sometimes a sharp kick from a blunder,

Throws my coffee cup and stuff asunder

This has been a busy round of summer.

I've floundered beneath my many pillows

Trying to ignore life's peccadilloes.

It's a rough bout with invisible foes. 

I've painted pictures in my head

and pondered books I have read, and read.
All this while lying quite still in my bed.

Laughing,

Love and Light