Drifting in and out

at the edge of my hearing

a tinny voice laughs

at what I don’t know

I just hear the laughter echoing in the room

a tinny sound that

seems some how bigger then it is

but my ears only hear the laughter

not the joke

so it seems to me

out of place

lost

confusing

laughter without a body or a smile

disembodied and tinny

launching into the room from

a tinny speaker phone

to echo

and the call is done

but the laughter

echos thrown against the plaster walls

echos for days

What does it mean?

Turning around

often

you see the lights

red lights

tiny cameras mounted

on the ends of pencils

watching you

watching me

listening for the sound of raindrops

and sometimes lemon drops

or the sounds of state quarters

rattling in the pockets of people rushing home

to push them into a map of the US

a map of quarters

filmed by tiny pencil head cameras

and shared with men

in dark rooms where comments are shared

endless thoughts around the meaning of lemon drops

and the lost innocense.