the gestation period of a washing machine

 the gestation period of a washing machine

have you tried humming the resonance of a washing machine 

have you whistled along with the bearing’s shifty spin

startled at the gurgle of the outlet’s rude gargle

washing the socks off the foetus in the womb’s laundry room 

suds be the vernix of a head just engaged

umbilical a dressing-gown’s tied tangled aeration  

seething in the contraction of the walls of the room

three finger’s dilation the linen basket’s arrival

waiting on the unlocked door’s fast delivery load

now there’s a thought to hang on the clothe’s windy line

in the breeze of a poem thinking these silly billy thoughts

but next time you rest against the machine’s pulsing sides

imagine the sploshings are the womb’s bowel sounds

then deliver a sigh that you never ever thought 

of what you might have thought on the other side of nought

then switch of the spinner and switch off the light

for sometimes somethings never gel as they might