Poetry from the {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                    Munising Laundromat

I'm trying to sleep at the Laundromat as my clothes go tumbling around

The ghost at the Laundromat keeps tickling my ear or it could be the cockroach

My head is spinning with coke and rum

The ghost takes a sip as it rides into his entrails and ends as a puddle on the floor

A perfect waste of a coke and rum, though it does say on the can to share it with a friend

He died like all Republicans die, friendless and alone

He put two firecrackers in his ears and blew his brains out

He's a man who covered himself in money, fancy cars, boats, and bad breath

Really bad breath, his breath smelled like cat piss on an old ladies sofa

We argued all day about money, life, and freedom till the lady cleaning the laundromat told me to get the fuck out of the laundromat

Apparently I had spilled rum on the floor and had sandals caked in sand

I am walking the beach at Miners watching a sunset as two lesbians kiss each other and fondle each others genitals

I fall face forward into a pile of Pabst

I love how the cans crinkle on my forehead

I tell the lesbians not to help me, and to continue banging

Mr. and Mrs. Skeeter arrive and they put me in a station wagon

I wake up at a Girl Scout Camp with giggling girls

I am wearing brand new underwear, and my toenails have been colored.

Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas