DIRTY LAUNDRY

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DIRTY LAUNDRY

is my poetry a  way to wash it

in public and appear artful

kinda like not taking credit

for that silent but deadly fart

you lit on the bus

by pretending that you didn’t smell it

and reading the book in your lap

although you couldn’t see a damn thing

because you hadn’t got your glasses on

have to see the sawbones today

I haven’t had a complete physical

for about five years

just visits for minor aches and pains

so its overdue for a complete tune up

the facade

of good health is becoming a bit tattered

and I”am having trouble with my balance

and the sensation that the world is spinning

like the experience replicated

when I was a full time drunk

and went to bed after imbibing far

to much into the jar

the laundry is in the dry cycle

and I prepare the trash

and dead lottery tickets

for the dumpster

and scraps of paper

and equally dead napkin poems

into the debris

puzzled over by learned people

sometime in the future

when this cycle of civilization

implodes on itself

and all we have to show for ourselves

is our dirty laundry

JWL