Black Bile

when my laughter
starts to burn
I think that humour
is a broken bone in my arm
one of four elements
out of balance
(nothing a little
bloodletting can't fix)
to every joker
there's a trick
but that black bile
is out of style
(just smile if you're sick)
stick up for the silent sort
leave your youth
in any old port
put a cork in the bottle
choke the neck
why should I listen
to such a wreck?
a broken beauty bound
rustic run aground
all the mystery
of a sunken treasure
gets lost when
it gets found

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June 28, 2025
Smith's Cove, Nova Scotia

Year 18, Day 6439 of my daily journal.