laundry

I drink wine. Think,

This is my blood.

 

It’s good. Put

down the glass close

shop satisfied I’m

insubstantial.

 

More god

than man. I was at

 

the laundromat lost

in the hum of

tumbling colours.

I was

 

nothing. Drove home

more god than man.

6 thoughts on “laundry

  1. thanks Peter, please it’s affected you. I’m thinking about changing the line breaks in s2 to:

    It’s good.
    Put down the glass,
    close shop satisfied I’m
    insubstantial.

    what do you think?

  2. Love the ‘theology’ of this as one of the ‘insubstantial’. I love that:
    lost
    in the hum of
    tumbling colours.

    I’ve gone round and round in mind with the ‘tumbling colours’!

  3. hey mark, I can read this and the previous poem ‘her loneliness’ together, following on directly, maybe it’s the language or sentiment?

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