hell’s laundry
poetry
when i first jumped off i had a bucket full of thoughts ideas that took me within the tectonic plates of who i thought i was
i think i need to make myself a pawn for light and sacrifice because a hundred thousand christmases can go by before you donate with both arms not one hand tied to a gross signature and spotlight
the stars will change direction and design before inflated heads leak out the puss that drowns them so much shit clouds their sight but what do they want?
clothes in the drier spin nobody sleeps and young men are sold into slavery
the separation of earth and space is closer than i thought closer than the lads’ spotlight industry
one i shattered now gone and i won’t look back again at all the price of washing another day another load of laundry
Thank you for reading! © Daniel Barry, 2021
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