Suds City Written by Ash Wednesday (in a laundry mat between loads) I am just a Starseed in a laundry mat. Ass glued to a plastic chair Book in hand, sit and spin cycle Inconsistent incognito rat. ( Baseball Cap rocking sunglass sporting) The florescents are unforgiving Its 2 A.M and I know you're still awake Because we are tethered forever Hit up my phone cause I am down for whatever Deep diving for that dopamine (fix) Chasing someone or something always made sense to me ( knock it out and off my list) Seeking approval from the most "important" Bottom of the barrels Definitely undeveloped and undecided Flat and flashy- fake salty and pastry Soapy waters a classic karmic cycle Forever looping in the florescent hell hole. If I keep staring at this machine I am gonna lose my mind and lunch Microcosmic waterboarding full disclosure this is better then a day at Disneyland Dissatisfied dissociation up the laundry detergent Trusting my delusions as they spin on high Rolling the credits to all my alternative what ifs In my last life I think I had a better handle on it all. I am just trying to figure it out This Human Condition And what's it is all about Reading up trying to find the answers, like addition. Waiting for the collective consciousness to kick in This retrograde round about kinda way Spiraling linear I am dizzy just thinking Shaking and saying "This is just apart of the journey". Brillo pads scattered the floor, People stop and stare Getting used to the side eyes for sure This town is quiaint but kinda odd Not quite Twin Peaks aesthetic
But my asthma seems to think different The mold soaked clothing Laid abandoned and drying The non playable people smiling Hi! Welcome! We're happy you're hear Take a number and single serving washer Soak it up all these unwanted feelings unbothered A.W.
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