Monday, August 13, 2018

Jake Cosmos Aller writes

Suburban Laundromat
 – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration from a FB posting 


Suburban Laundromat Scenes


Suburban laundromat
Anywhere USA


I often go to a suburban laundromat

Near my suburban apartment

I can sit in my car


Listen to jazz, classical or blues
On my car’s radio


And watch my machine

Doing its suburban laundry duty


Just spinning and spinning and cleaning

Doing its thing its laundry thing


The neighborhood is anywhere USA

Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

A fire station, a police station


Banks, cell phone shops

Restaurants from around the world


At the parking lot’s edge

As I approach I notice


Gentlemen of the off-grid class

Sitting among their Hogs

Stoned off the semi legal weed


Smiling at me

With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

That is somewhat contagious


They tell stories

Paranoid ramblings

Containing a kernel of truth


As they watch their clothes

Like a hawk


The clothes spin and spin and spin

As the laundry machine does its laundry thing


The machines don’t care about what we humans think

They just do their duty as the man says


Across the old run down boulevard

The light rail line uses a right of way

That dates to the mid 1850’s


An old Indian game trail perhaps

That the white man turned into the first road

In these parts


People come and go

Some in cars

Some on foot


People from all over the world

Speaking languages from everywhere

But all understand English to some extent

And many understand Spanish to some extent


I feel everyone is united

Chiefly by their transience


And think back on old Latin saying

Sic transit Gloria mundi

And wonder if these are the end days


And ask the laundry machine

What does it think


The laundry machine pauses

Seems to think

And looks at me


Almost saying

WTF do you think

A laundry machine knows?


And so, I gather my items

Nod to the regulars


Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments

Acknowledging my existence


And I stumble back

To my suburban apartment

Truly paradise on earth
 Brainwashed

1 comment:

  1. "Sic transit gloria mundi" -- thus passes the glory of the world. Beginning with Alexander V's papal coronation in 1409, the procession would stop 3 times along the route and a master of ceremonies, holding a silver or brass reed and a smoldering flaxen tow would fall to his knees and intone the phrase as the cloth burned away, to remind the new pope of the transitory nature of life and earthly honors. The practice ended with Paulus VI's coronation in 1963; beginning with his successor, Ioannes Paulus I, in 1978, popes have been inaugurated instead.

    William S. Harley began designing a motor-bicycle in 1901, enlisting the help of his buddy Arthur Davidson, but in 1903 they discovered that it could not climb most hills without pedal assistance. Their 2nd model, an actual motorcycle, was completed by 1904, and they began selling bikes in 1906. The Harley-Davidson Motor Company was officially incorporated in 1907, the year Harley graduated from college. The firm entered its 1st racing team in the 1914 Dodge City 300 and dominated the sport over the next 2 decades. Because their riders were usually farmboys, they were dericisevely called "hog boys" because they "hogged" the victories. They adopted Johnny, a piglet owned by hog boy Ray Weishaar, as their mascot, who would sit on the gas tank of the winning bike as it took a victory lap. Journalists soon dubbed the racers "the Harley Hogs" and eventually all Harleys were called hogs. In 1983 formed a Harley Owners Group to promote the nickname, but a New York court ruled that the firm was not able to trademark "hog" because by then the word was a generic term for any large motorcycle. However, in 2006 the firm had its New York Stock Exchange ticker symbol changed from HDI to HOG.

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