The Laundry Room » New Zealand Poetry

The Laundry room…

Where lost souls meet –

Whilst everything spins..

around them randomly…

in tandem –

Trying to cleanse –

their clothes

their sheets

their lives –

Strangers together –

in a foreign place –

Revolving through glass doors –

Casually observing

others habits…

judging –

The Laundry room –

We don’t meet and greet –

We just keep spinning –

like rats in a cage –

constantly running –

encouraged by the carrot –

dangling…

Waiting for the machine to…

STOP !!!!

Refresh the page –

Trying to wipe away –

the past –

The blast –

The last…

vestige of feeling strange –

in a foreign place –

Looking through…

the mirror –

Revealing yourself freely –

Finding –

lost SOCKS!!!

1 thought on “The Laundry Room”

I like this: Refresh the page –/Trying to wipe away –/the past –/The blast –/The last…
vestige of feeling strange –/in a foreign place –

1 thought on “The Laundry Room”