Tuesday, September 18, 2012

poem of the day 09.18.12

washers and dryers

i see the poor old bastard
from my apartment building

he’s spending a lot of time at the laundry
smoking his cigarillos
staring into the void

i see the poor old bastard
and i know that technology has passed him by

because the geniuses that own my building
have replaced the old coin washers and dryers
with these debit cards

and the poor old bastard cannot use them

i suppose it’s a wave of things to come
something new every year
seems to drop a segment of us off the radar

smart phones and LCD televisions for some
and now washers and dryers for others

we learn to make due
we learn to cope with being left behind

i see the old bastard
from my apartment building

he’s smoking his cigarillos
counting out his quarters
and getting along the best way he can

i see him
and wonder what it’ll be that one day gets me

jet packs, e-paper, robot lovers

or a good old fashioned heart attack
in a warm bathtub full of synthetic water
and computerized soap.


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