Come Out For A Wash

When workaday locus & focus combine
ignominy benign
w/ innocent utility,
that's laundromatic ireny.
Read,scroll, yawn or just wait:
at least I've bothered.
Life whirs on l/ a hospice hoover.

A fortuitous washingbasket obscures 
reverie midchore,
tho' there's no demonic
Dot Cottons, no hoverdramatic
Erinyes at the Lethean 
launderette. Don't forget
to smell the non-bio roses.

When washerdoor hits your eye
l/ a big pizzapie,
whilst you wait for Superdrys to dry
- that's laundromatic ireny!
In friendless zen melancozy,
selfcare's elementary. No harm
in clean socks I'm too modern to darn.

Hiding out among the docile
modcon cuboids, sterile-
hued tubs cycloptic. Clacking
buttons, jeanpocket bad pennies
tap the drum, keeping time to time I
keep to myself, blessedly overlooked
in spin cycle's habitable pocket.

O snowglobe porthole of soapspumefizz!
Mundane enclave,
drudgery's bliss.
Then back to my hearth 
of halogen storm in heaven
w/ damp bagfuls, afternoon
impersonation of a normie done.