October 9, 2015 Leave a comment
When you live alone
It all comes together
At the Laundromat.
Crossword puzzlers and
The carnival ride centrifuges waiting for my quarters.
The envoy of filth makes a “final” appearance,
Only to be immersed in the clean waters of
O, fountain of youth,
You left me alone and
Among the churning kilns.
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