Sun beats down upon the Laundromats concrete parking lot
A few flies and discarded soft drink crates sit nearby
They share my space this Sunday afternoon
As I sit and smoke and write a few words

Cars buzz by as if they don’t notice
That life is going on and some don’t care

Perspiration oozes from my skin making me sticky
And somewhat uncomfortable
As I inhale my cig…my parched throat pants for moisture

Walking back in to check my clothes
I notice a nice looking Asian man
Whom I could devour in bed…but not today

For today these words I must write has my focus
The ink glides along the lined page as if I really know what I want to say
So much has been going through my mind these past few weeks
And writing it down on paper maybe what I need to see what is really going on

This Sunday afternoon is somewhat relaxing
Finally got my house back in order after a 3 week yard sale from hell
But the gang all pitched in
And it was a success so now is the time
To get ready for the trip

New clothes…new words to share
All packaged away to be unwrapped in a couple of weeks
New voice…new found words to go along with my new makeover
So it seems

These past two weeks have been hard
Writing about old wounds that need to be put to rest of old friends that may never be seen
Seeing things I was denying for weeks
Old patterns that needed to be broke
Some which were painful to look at

But at times a mirror is good…especially when your 42lbs lighter

But as my clothes sit and spin
I know too that I am being cleansed
Who knows who will appreciate the new me now
But I for one will appreciate the new cleansed…refreshed me

Maybe another Sunday afternoon I’ll be with someone else
Instead of at the Laundromat writing down words
So it goes with the pattern of life

New clothes…new roads…new expressions waiting to be uttered
Living life is good
Instead of being a passerby
Though at times it is good to sit…watch…and reflect

Well it’s about that time
So
I will stop for now
But again soon this pen will be clothing a waiting naked sheet of paper
And who knows what that will be about

07/16/2004

Posted on 01/22/2005
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