Brown and red and stained Bright White,
I went to do my Laundry,
At the perfectly reputable Laundromat,
In the middle of the Night,
They told me this would be a liminal space,
But as I folded my underwear,
It became apparent,
It was a non-Euclidian place,
My cottons began to grow,
to monstrous proportions,
As my girlfriends most expensive bra,
Had the underwire twisted, into 'she is going to yell at me' distortions
the shapes and geometry of the linens gave me shocks,
as I watched an old leprous woman,
shuffle by in her crocks,
and to my cosmic horror,
A void opened up,
and into that void,
Disappeared, a single sock.
I can't go back,
Into that dark,
flourescent room,
That laundromat,
That Quarter-powered,
Desolate,
Lovecraftian Tomb.
Brown and red and stained Bright White,
I went to do my Laundry,
At the perfectly reputable Laundromat,
In the middle of the Night,
They told me this would be a liminal space,
But as I folded my underwear,
It became apparent,
It was a non-Euclidian place,
My cottons began to grow,
to monstrous proportions,
As my girlfriends most expensive bra,
Had the underwire twisted, into 'she is going to yell at me' distortions
the shapes and geometry of the linens gave me shocks,
as I watched an old leprous woman,
shuffle by in her crocks,
and to my cosmic horror,
A void opened up,
and into that void,
Disappeared, a single sock.
I can't go back,
Into that dark,
flourescent room,
That laundromat,
That Quarter-powered,
Desolate,
Lovecraftian Tomb.
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