By GJ Thomas
Down by
the dumpsters
and the scurrying
of cockroaches –
an abandoned mattress,
a scattered selection
of music tapes
from a different lifetime,
a disembowelled
washing machine,
whilst intermittently an
electronic beep sounds
from a robotic floor cleaner
like the whimper of an
abandoned family dog
left at the roadside
on a stormy night –
longing to return home.
That leaves me wondering if
the machine’s learnt to
process emotion?
Realising that finally
I have again too.
“Gwil James Thomas is a poet, novelist and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. In 2019 his poetry was featured in the first volume of East London Press’ 3 Poets series. He has also forthcoming poetry chapbooks from Concrete Meat Press and Holy & Intoxicated Publications. Other work can be found widely in print and also online at Expat Press, 3AM Magazine, Punk Lit Press, Philosophical Idiot and now here. He currently lives in San Sebastián, Northern Spain.”
