broken washing machine
treated like
a stack of coins
repeatedly put through
the now out of service
broken washing machine
the fluorescent white
laundromat lights
pulsate overhead
as the coin return jams
just as one gives up hope
and smashes their hand
on the metal box stand
I roll out imputatively
of the tiny metal slide
and I ping onto the floor
taunting you to try once more
but I only get stuck
in a two coin jam
just as you only have
a few cents in hand
or mental sensibility left
to begin your washing plans
after so much effort
and after all the pre-poured soap
I leave you only
with dirty clothes
and take away your savings
crash and clank
into all the other coins
surrounding me
leaving you shaken
in pure frustration
with a month-old musty stink
you can only violently push
into 32 gallon trash bags
and haphazardly think
hoping the red tied bunny ear knot
will not break under the load
when you cross the busy street
to your hundred year old home
still slightly dusty
and slightly dirty
but an essential escape from the noise
no fearsome homeless looming
no gun wielding thugs playing with toys
just dogwalkers
and moonlight joggers
enjoying their westside paradise
floating in the aether
beside the rocky river coast
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16688678-broken-washing-machine-by-Colvet
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