My life in the launderette
This picture is part of a series on living alone.
I photogrpahed bed-sits, Launderettes etc in order to get some ideas for a series of poems.
This piece was written in one take whilst just flashing back to the launderette.
It is not necassarily finished, final or complete.
He finally missed home , hypnotic
clockwise rolled the steel hum
scrunched on the bench
missing the mum
who tended to such trivia
here...
Thursday 27th September 2007 12:34 am
Piggy Belle is Dead
Weather Pig sways lazily,
peering from the roof.
He stares at windy Wales
with teardrops in his eyes.
Of course he faces windward
as he does throughout the year,
but now his task is tearful.
Piggy Belle is dead.
Guard Pig lies at duty
by the front door, as he must.
His task to pee on Mormons,
bite balls off burglar thugs.
He is is lax about his duties,
though always at his ...
Tuesday 25th September 2007 10:25 am
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