Talking Richard Wilson Blues, by Richard Clay Wilson
You might as well take a razor
to your pecker as let a woman in your heart. 
First they do the wash and then they kill you.
They flash their lights and teach your wallet to puke. 
They bring it to you folded — if you see her
stepping between the coin laundry and your building
over the slushy street and watch the clothing steam, 
you can’ t wait to open up the door when she puts
