i call it laughable, the
rolling thunder and
cracks of lightning
bouncing through my ears
hitting my eardrums
and then the pins and needles
to the floor, and there's a cacophony
of sound
little plips and pings against
a hardwood floor

but why must i call it laughable?
there is nothing laughable
about the sound of crying rain
or the sound of laughing

but i do. i do, i must, i will,
because if i do not call it laughable,
it would become that which it is:

(I do not know why I am afraid
of the things I can barely comprehend
but I am)

so i call it laughable
to bring on peace
to save the world
and my head
from the sounds i hear