Taking Pictures in Dark Laundromats
He’s always spinning, spinning in dim lights Eyes follow the floor The circling of the karmic wheel teeters A window shaking, the peering out Foreshadows laughter Winking eyes and love we’re after Doubt licks through the mind is juice and fragments Comical ears hear nothing but sadness And Winter months are cold and bent The wind will blow under the clutching arms of snow And still the comfort is broken into bits of matter What is this filth we’re bathing in? Lint, heat, wet claustrophobic skin Smiles that look over the ocean’s shores Where another smile emits from nothing before Then we rumble, crumbled into aisles of dust Those who try to save, their need for lust Praying hands unite in burning churches They hope, they grieve, they live for the spin All the while predicting the evolution of God Then there are the moments in which love was spit out of you, the adoring one -has been shot with the thoughts of the heart The heart is left bruised, beaten, no longer caressing the bleeding As coarse as sackcloth As those eyes lift a little Another light bulb fades Exit signs flicker As you remember those rented sighs Whispers crying “don’t pay for lust” Then midnight’s bonfire became this morning’s generic toil, dribbled flame And you’re exhausted, no patience Cycles ending You’re a tired feather for the unconscious And that once bright hammer over your skull, is now fading A true carbon copy of the mundane, ill sunlight Once you step outside, cheers can now erupt You can be the hero for today But you still have one sock left missing Until the next person walks in and discovers your ghost
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