2005-12-21 - 10:57 p.m.
The laundromat is a public place
but also a quite private space.
I watched a woman fall down there
Once I wet my pants
Wants Wants Wants
Kettle Steam, belch machine
Monreau, Seay, Gaines
Where's the hurricane?
Like a Shuffled up
Buttercup, Ready Set Hike.
Help raise blindspots
Help raise blindspots
That constant list in the back
of a head, full of words
It wasn't written down
so things in the ocean drown
