This compilation is a series of messages, addressed to you, from the lands lying in the deep recesses of my mind. Some ephemeral wind stirs them up like leaves, every so-often a few reach an open window and cross the barrier between imagination and reality.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

the comforting drabness
mellow wheels of washers
whirring out the sound
a transformation of
the mind
a state of disgust
to comfort and leisure
from warmth softness
and a state of comparative cleanliness
click
beep
& done
time to bag up my garments

leave the sudding solitude