He doesn’t connect to people very well. He looks away and smiles. His rhetoric carries him away.
People don’t understand him so he needs to get up there and make them laugh
but once he goes up there he can’t get down.
His vacation is on the Titanic. He laughs.
All laughter is nervous laughter.
Did you hear the rumor?
Humor is horror. Horror is humor.
There’s no way down.
He wishes for quiet love,
sweet ignorance under the skies, nothing to say, a kiss;
oratory left to somebody else, the museum of beauty, which is her, silently around him,
Her, her, her.
Ha ha ha.
What did I miss?