The Laundromat Laureate

Bob, ,

I write poems like a disguise.
I bicycle and I am genius at washing
The dishes.

My favorite science fiction movie

The spider
Out grows the house,

You find out in middle age you have an imaginary friend,

The city
Birds are one big computer.

~

So much of writing

Is conjuring something to do.

Standing aside

Exhaling into a paper bag.

Till it grows like a startled child

In the wind like a crack in the sidewalk.

It’s springtime between the stars.

Into the calligraphy

Of anti-skyscrapers

Called verse.

~

In the city field, headlong on the rails, a few spray painted
Stars on the passing train.

Each finger of the moon rattles like a windy day.

~

Opaque like a
Snap of the fingers

Arranged for guitar
Duo

The ghosts in your hair
Have misplaced their x-rays

Branded by
A bicycle moon
That began as an apple blossom.

20 thoughts on “The Laundromat Laureate”

  2. you’ve excelled yourself here, Bob: surrealism at its best: ‘you find out in middle age you have an imaginary friend’ is so haunting; and ‘so much of writing is conjuring something to do’ is spot on ; inspirational as always 🙂

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  5. My favourite lines:
    “Exhaling into a paper bag.

    Till it grows like a startled child”

    “It’s springtime between the stars.

    Into the calligraphy

    Of anti-skyscrapers

    Called verse.”

    “The ghosts in your hair
    Have misplaced their x-rays

    Branded by
    A bicycle moon
    That began as an apple blossom.”

    And… like John, I found the title very intriguing!

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