Laughing from I SING by sinai vessel

conscious that staying the course isn’t my first choice,

i start to look away from the road a little too long

reading the fine print on billboards –

why do they put fine print on billboards?

i guess it’s for a passenger to read,

but i’m driving alone

where am i going?

where the fuck am i going?

laughing to myself

can’t ride my bike at sunset down a nice street

past beautiful houses without clenching my teeth

rolling my eyes, or imagining

myself begging the owners
for a chance at relief

suspicious that the circumstance

has less to do with aptitude or failure to plan

and more with the cardinal sin

of not being born to rich parents

‘cos i’ve been waiting for the trickle-down

but it’s been circling its exit for fifty years now

so long it’s worn a groove around

now there’s a man-made lake

with a drain sticking out

and i am on its beach

and i’m smiling now

because it’s fucking free

laughing, laughing
laughing to myself

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