Yea, but this and that and these and those.
I've pulled myself up from the floor in order to write this prose,
or poetry, I mean.
Whatever that may be.
A conglomeration of words and thoughts and feelings.
Yea dude, but totally.

I've put these syllables through the spin cycle of my washing machine.
Tumble dry. Don't deny my attempt to explain what I mean.
If we're lucky then it'll come out clean.