Laurence Overmire - Doing Laundry lyrics

To be a serious poet Is to continually face The battering hand of rejection No value placed on Words and guts spilled In ceremony Onlookers indifferent to the slaughter Toothpicks fingered between molar and gum A burp to signal satisfaction In dark rooms, feet propped up Life sinks into the crevices between Cushions Voices from nowhere tumbling through a Rinse cycle, drowning out The silence.