The unseen clown

That manic laugh
on the other side
of the wall
does not seem
to be going away.
In fact, I think
it’s getting louder
each night that I
am hearing it.
This terraced house
is not a castle
and whatever it is
they’re laughing at
can’t be that funny.
The more I lose sleep
night after night
and sweat into
my cool bedsheets
I can only be driven
up the wall
by whatever goes on
on the other side of it.

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