Jack's MachineA Poem by Davidgeo.i am jack's wasted laundry machine feeling time as a very cheap substance; i am watching junk tumble in circles... constantly, warming clothes quite artificially starching my jb welded family smothered in Downey still knowing what's to come smelling clean and prone to more fracture i am jack's hopeless reminder "right round baby right round like a record baby right round round round" ('dead or alive' is a super cheesy '80's band) © 2017 DavidgeoAuthor's NoteReviews
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