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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Laundry, Fucking Laundry

I feel like I'm always doing laundry.

Always a load or two to do.

Always a bundle of clothes to be folded.

Fucking laundry.

I hate laundry... almost as bad as I hate VH1 Movies That Rock.

But, in honor of my buddy and fellow archivilist Mike Daily,
I bring you this gem from 1988:

The Church Of For Best Results

It wasn’t gray out
but rather hot - too hot.
The gray skies seem synonymous
with doing laundry; maybe it’s all those
sunshiny-fresh detergent commercials.

Heavy air of heat was beginning
to crush down on my chest
and the faint tingle of listlessness poked his head out.
Laundry isn’t terrible only
full of inconveniences: humming dryers,
dust of detergent to tickle the nose; bleach to burn it.
And the radio, just loud enough to not be ignored,
dancing between dryer and washing machine.

Becomes religious to some; apostolic.
Same day, same time, same machine.
Alcleaning, washing souls mixing
the darks with the whites.
The Church of for Best Results
and its congregation
going soul-searching with the Tide.

6 comments:

st. george said...

Laundry.
Dishes.
Breathing.
Beer farts.
Wife sex.
Bitch, bitch, bitch...
Need a gun?

Anonymous said...

The Church Of For Placement Only (C.O.F.P.O.)

It isn’t red skies at night but rather hot: hot-hot-hot.
The orange skies seem anonymous while fondling a good piece of fruit; perhaps it’s all that electrolyte-enhanced water sports commercials.

Heady heiress in heat was beginning
to crush out a More on my chest
and The Faint's tunes of lovelessness paled by comparison.
Lindberg wasn’t the only solo artist full of inconsistencies: thrumming guitars,
skronk of lap tops to trick the mind; never mind just burn it.
And the radio, just lame enough to not be lost as a short-term memory,
driving on two wheels between diva and kabosh machoness.

Becomes sacreligious to some; non-alcoholic.
Different day, different time, different machoness.
Altcleansing, hose-washing souls mixing in stereo surround sound the trains with the wrecks.
The Church of For Placement Only (C.O.F.P.O.) and a free copy of Congregation by Afghan Whigs as I duly mow the lawn in a tank top.

greg said...

that was fucking awesome

Jo said...

that was fucking awesome

mick said...

that *was* fucking awesome

Anonymous said...

that was f**king awesome.