the song mother taught us

hey hey hey

cherry blossom washing machine

this is how mother hangs the sheets out
the outfits dance tonight, around a peg
choking there sleeves the pegs like rats peak out
under bricks, throttling my perception

she cooks a cake
she stirs a cake
she puts it in the oven
a knock blurts out
its secret coven

on this date
may the skies go black
and don't get washed away
in knowledge to compensate
something missing

a low hum, I heard around
this place, does disturb me
a Karamazov, and evening

this is how the withered flesh
wails?