Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Laundromat poems. This is a select list of the best famous Laundromat poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Laundromat poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of laundromat poems.
The Maple is a system of posture for wood. A way of not falling down for twigs that happens to benefit birds. I don't know. I'm staring at a tree, at yellow leaves threshed by wind and want you reading this to be staring at the same tree. I could cut it down and laminate it or ask you to live with me on the stairs with the window keeping an eye on the maple but I think your real life would miss you. The story here is that all morning I've thought of the statement that art is about loneliness while watching golden leaves become unhinged. By ones or in bunches they tumble and hang for a moment like a dress in the dryer. At the laundromat you've seen the arms thrown out to catch the shirt flying the other way. Just as you've stood at the bottom of a gray sky in a pile of leaves trying to lick them back into place.
Since my wife was born she must have eaten the equivalent of two-thirds of the original garden of Eden. Not the dripping lush fruit or the meat in the ribs of animals but the green salad gardens of that place. The whole arena of green would have been eradicated as if the right filter had been removed leaving only the skeleton of coarse brightness. All green ends up eventually churning in her left cheek. Her mouth is a laundromat of spinning drowning herbs. She is never in fields but is sucking the pith out of grass. I have noticed the very leaves from flower decorations grow sparse in their week long performance in our house. The garden is a dust bowl. On our last day in Eden as we walked out she nibbled the leaves at her breasts and crotch. But there's none to touch none to equal the Chlorophyll Kiss
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat If you will bring the soap I will bring the bleach.
This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard Brautigan in a laundromat in San Francisco. The author is unknown. By accident, you put Your money in my Machine (#4) By accident, I put My money in another Machine (#6) On purpose, I put Your clothes in the Empty machine full Of water and no Clothes It was lonely.