a cul-de-sac of poems

THE WET-ROOM

Sitting here

on a disabled 

toilet with a lap-

top resting on

my lap and wheel-

chair in front

to stop it falling.

      

I’m bone dry

Here in the wet-

Room washing
away and erasing
words.

Creating an in-
let and an out-

let of poetry
that shapes
my shore.