I sent my dirty dreams out to be cleaned and pressed
And they’ll be delivered on Tuesday
In paper sacks tied with rough twine
In paper sacks tied with rough twine
Colors bright
Whites white
All of the washed
Brush stroke blocks of a Rothko
Stacked in piles.
I told the Chinaman
Easy on the starch
And I’m hoping he takes me seriously
This time.
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