poetry maybe #23 – Morning Dishwasher

poetry maybe #23 - morning dishwasher

He began as dishwasher the morning of the debutante ball

By the afternoon, the company made him an actor boarding house brunch with no lines

When the moon came afterwards , the arrival of sweet whales was the only thing the crowd had seen.

The horizontal purple shapes were vibrant orchards of Betty and Rudolph

Instead of a swamp for brooding homesick fans

chalk it up to the amusement of the piper

He led a generation into decadent expansion

They sold their heartbeat for flamboyant apocalypse of the morning dishwasher

Poetry Maybe


“Just a small town girl – living in a lonely world.” Concert tickets are practically essential. Musicals are the key to life. I like movies, music,books, and corny jokes.

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