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 kneeled a lonely man
a hypnotised male un-glam
a ram packed bin of clothes
a chore ridden whore of god only
knows where
he lives these days
mould
these days
told
you so
it is not that easy son
you granted kid carpet run
away
has solitudes excitement  finally rubbed off?
chafing denim and bared cloth
lack the patchwork
and the scolding wroth
of mum
and the quilting
comfort echoe
drowned in the hum
punched drum holes
mechanical machines and shotgun throws
it all away, gratitude
shacks of bedsit slacks
he finally missed
home