Poems Written Near a Laundromat

Shekure Alakusoglu writes: "It's coitus imagination and high-jinx jingles are likely to blow your panties off into new dimensions of the cosmoverse, and standing there naked, you will feel no remorse giving God back the fig leaves...Modern Poetry has just dropped an atomic bomb on the novel "

A Canto of Rant and Lament for 21st Century Leftovers

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I am the mute deaf blind younger old person

Of the opposite sex who is more or less

Educated than you are

And holds bad or good religious

Political social opinions. So let's step into the tub together, shall we?:

The human condition er] conjoins drastic sham]poos on split ends of the dynamically Lobed--

it is Judgment day for bad hair. The bottom is draining.. We are behind

Half-steps

The evolution that could help us through confessions of diagnostics of savings

From oblivion ...

In lounge hall life and sums of good movies do we forget

The D{ivorce}bomb that dudded nuclear fami(lies)...

There is a ton of wanton candy wrappers

Oscillating in pop-up camper credo..

By pecking order they croon and brood a callus hubbub....