The best medicine

The Best Medicine
(from a practitioner’s point of view)


I’ll be honest,
 I’m an addict for a good, hard chuckle,
 fiending for a long, strong guffaw, 
 gluttonous for more of that belly laughter.

Because it’s the cherry-on-top beauty,
 [some may even call it a delicacy]
 that comes from my love for sweet comedy,
It’s the wild-eyed lover’s look,
 [some may even call it lunacy] 
 that gives my cupid-scheming no boundary.

I’ll do all I can to over-exaggerate my trip into a joke,
I’ll prowl patiently around a punch-line,
  [or stumble my way in, slap-sticking it, face-first] 

I’ll turn self-deprecation into an art of self-celebration,
I’ll carefully calculate reasons for cackles and chortles,
  [or spontaneously stir up reasons to snicker and squeal]

All in the hopes I can lather up some laughter. 
 […because there are few sounds quite so harmonious 
 as the humming coming from funny-bones vibrating –
 it’s our humanity revealed in the reverb of what’s humorous…]




When you-and-I, and us-and-them can laugh together 
we create melodies that echo what’s great about reality.

Laughter: this partaking of the purest stuff; 
               joyous to be joyful - 
         - and full of laughter.



M. L. Michael 
11/29/09

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