Washing my Hands Under an Assumed Name

by on July 17, 2012 :: 0 comments

The pressing matters of the day
are as important as potato salad;
get the mayonnaise right
and the rest falls into place.
You’d think my water bill would be
a little lower
washing my hands under an assumed name.
You’re only as clean
as your dirtiest member.
Relay teams and shipwrights
with quadriplegic anchors.
I left my mind somewhere between psychosis
and Santa Rosa.

Leveled thumbs line the interstate
like track lighting for the soul.

editors note:

Now I understand! Cleanliness is next to Santa Rosa; just follow that track lighting. – mh

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