It's Sunday
The Mexicans are all doing their laundry
Little girls with shiny bows, sweatpants and sequined tops
Happy smiling faces
Lead the brigade
Mothers follow
Shopping carts on the brink of exploding
The wheels about to blow
Tuxedo shirts, soccer uniforms with the words ***** PAN monogrammed on the front, mismatched socks, and pajamas with feet
Colors
A mess
Cheap laundry detergent stuck on top
I rush down to the laundry
They always take the best machines
I find my place
Throw my little load in
One person does not have that much
I never realized how alone I was
Until that moment
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
Losing It Once Again
The world was supposed to end at six o'clock today
It reminds me of that Peggy Lee song
Is that all there is
I can't make it out of bed
I don't want to leave this room
I want to listen to Tom Waits
and drink
Yes, I'm a terrible drunk
I was supposed to go to work today
but changed my mind
It happens often
I'm getting tired of myself
My phone keeps ringing
I can't talk now, busy at work
But I think they know I'm really home
I think they know that I'm slowly losing it all again
I feel that emptiness, that feel
That creeps back every now and then
It's ******* me in
I watch the people at the bus stop
14th st. and Ave C.
Old black man walks up to me grinning and says "hey, you got it made"
I think to myself he must be ******* with me
I become paranoid and can't wait for the bus to come
On 14th Street and Ave C
I still don't know what he meant
All day I will keep thinking "you got it made"
It will make me smile
I will smile because I must have looked insane standing there
I will smile because he really might have thought I had it made
I guess that will keep me going
I will laugh at myself
Just for today
Something always does
I will confess this to a friend
and she will confirm that It's true
I have lost my mind once again
I will hang up the phone
and smile
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC