Asked for a theme and some words from the audience. Got Dirty Laundry as the theme and the words stains – spots – spit – worn. Took a few minutes and jotted down what follows. Davis had a new program he was playing with to get a piano sound out of his guitar. Will work on the audio.
R- Dirty Laundry. It keeps on piling up. Every day I bring it home, My dirty Laundry.
- I talked to the preacher about my stains and how my praying just seems in vain. Can’t seem to get away from my dirty laundry
- I went to My Place to find relief. There were folks from the corner and in from the street. There are those who have and those who have not. And we all keep hidden our sweet secret spots.
- Some days are dirty and some days will shine. This day, that day they all are all mine. Some days are dry and I can’t work up spit, and sometimes I laugh in spite of this shit.
- But though I get tattered and torn and the veil of this house is weakened and worn. I grit my teeth and set my face, I kick up my heals and pick up the pace. But tonight I’m not going to worry bout no dirty laundry.
I’ve got a pile of dirty laundry. Can I bring it round?
I like the way you two deal with it.
🙂 you and your laundry is always welcome with me
Well you haven’t lost your touch there, babe! That little poem is full of your life. Should make us ALL consider our “dirty laundry!” 😉
I do have as much as anybody else.:)
You? No! I thought you were St. Plate ( the younger). 😉
I forgot. My tablet doesn’t believe there really IS a Plat o…
You’ve not published the next part of the Seeker?
No… I’m still puzzling it out to see if I have the different mentors right. sigh…
It will come