LAUNDRY VOLCANO

the past 
is
ten days of laundry
sluggish on the carousel
in
the
5 AM
departure hall

~

the past
is 
a 
volcano of gone faces
and
bargain basement red letter days
    p
  u   t
 r      i
e         n
           g 
like photoshop thumbnail confetti

when
you
thought
it
was
a
solid mountain base
you were reclining on

feet up 
book and a brew

~

and these Days 
They hurtle 
thrown thru the prism 
of the Vanishing Now
with anything from laziness
to outright rage

~

and i wonder why
and i wonder how 
and i wonder if
it
would 
be 
disrespectful
to
that sepia flotsam collage

to clear it all away forever
like it was writers-strike tv

when
its
that
what
got
me
here

in the 9 AM hinterland
of another tuesday mornings
typing
jag
illusion

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