Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Yesterday I laundered my clothes,
Trichroloethanised your smell and touch,
The volatiles mingled in the little shop
where the burning coals eased creases,
and a young lad from hinterland hummed raunchy tunes ,

when you have the time,
and want to meet yourself,

come over to the little laundry.....
a little bit of you is still there!

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