Friday, February 18, 2011



Yellowed limestone cracked tile tinged with yesterday’s mildew.

Cramped sweaty waiting for monotony to begin.

The sound of coins crashing,

Agitation rotating out of control.

Throbbing and thrashing against the revolve.

Voyeur mind wandering tomorrow’s prospects.

A hint of seduction, the mind pants…breathless.

In an attempt to sit surreptitiously among the onlookers.

Nondescript nonverbal body craving for but a glimpse.

To envision prominent pinnacle amid the heights of attraction.

Sweet, sinister fraudulent conversation.

A gentle laugh, a flowing of the limbs,

As banter embraces the moment.


  1. Well done,you have captured the atmosphere of the public laundromat,in a brief and descriptive manner.Poetry at it's best.

  2. I love the way you capture daily life and fond memmories in your writing.SPM

  3. To Anonymous,

    Some are memories (silver), some are pure imagination/fantasy, (glimmer), and some are real life, (dust). Thanks for commenting...