I think I want to turn on the dryer
Sarah
Sarah
Jan 5

I think I want to turn on the dryer
I'll turn it on high for forty minutes
I'll set it like that and climb inside
And I'll think about you
And I'll shrink
And shrink
Until the feeling is too big for me

A wandering tumble-dryer
Gerald Allan Donaldson

A wandering tumble-dryer
Sat by a deep lagoon
And tried to re-align him
With happenings late and soon,

New paths, new plots, new people
New chemicals in the wash,
And sitting there in God’s sweet air
The lake he looked across,

“Just as the Sun at break of day
Glad hope will soon revive,
I now embrace the life I have,
Bliss to fortunate survive.”

In this happy mood of mind
He churned his merry drum,
Clothes softly sifting down inside
Out perfect then to come.

Lisa Benson
Lisa Benson
Jun 23, 2013

fold the ventricle to the right
the pulmonary to the left
the wrinkled capillaries need to be ironed
pillowcases of vessels need to be thrown in the wash
take one last whiff of his scent
before he's just another sheet in the laundry
dirty laundry
clean of heartache

stupid title idk
Zak Krug
Oct 24, 2012

I am
eternally
listening to
a symphony of
coffee pots,
gossip,
and cheap sex.

A red coffee cup
chipped,
sits on my desk,
half full.

Where is this going?

I can be filthy.
However,
I find it to be cheap,
a play.
Oh, sure,
use another idiotic
graphic in your
mess of a poem.

Where is this going?

Raises a blow-dryer
Xemya
Xemya
Sep 28, 2012

AColdblueSnowman
Raises a blow-dryer
Commits Suicide

9/26/12

I throw my anger in the dryer
Joe Henson
Joe Henson
Feb 3, 2013

I throw my anger in the dryer

my body feels like a dryer
Broken Condom

my head feels like a washing machine

my body feels like a dryer

repeat

into the dryer.
scar
scar
Feb 19

i do not want to sleep
in my clothes again
but i don’t have the energy
to put my pyjamas
into the dryer.

  for the dryer
Stuart Lee
Stuart Lee
May 18, 2013

Quarters
for the washer
  for the soap
   for the games
    for the dryer
     for the dryer sheets
      for the bags
This place runs on quarters.

I'm surprised that the ceiling fans and the lights aren't coin operated
But then again

I suppose they are.

The dryer they will grow.
Roxanne Pepin
Roxanne Pepin
Apr 10, 2011

A mouth in search of a scream
Never knows when to let go
Ears in search of a dream
Never letting it show
Eyes crying a stream
The dryer they will grow.

© Roxanne Pepin 2010
 
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