Friday, July 25, 2014

Poems VIII

"Clifford Smiles"

Fragile psyches
Embittered egos
On laundry day.
By God let your laundry hang out to dry
Hang out to dry
Let it hang out to dry.

It's not too worrisome,
It's not too important, even if it is.
Remember what you mock is simply laundry day
So let it hang out to dry.
I can bring quarters,
She can push buttons,
He can run out of bleach.
But it's laundry day, and even with a faulty dryer,
Tomorrow all your clothes will be clean.
Soon enough, they'll all be clean.

Soon enough, they'll all be dirty again
And it'll be laundry day.

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