Washing machine

space age dream

Let me serve you

keep me clean



Rinse me plain

spin me sane.

I'll trust my dirt to only you.



Automobile

see me kneel



I'll scrub your back



I'll buy your meal

I'll choke your start



I'll warm your heart.



I'll dream of dying just with you.

See me wish from eight to all day long.

(l've) Got no time



I'm not inclined to hum a song.

Just like a robot

waiting for a fuse



I'm too crazy to even have the blues.



Instant

instant

instant poetry



Too hot to be continued next week.

Instant

instant

instant poetry



Too slow to be tongue in cheek.



T.V. syndrome - holy custom



Millions squeeze you to their bosom.

You're always welcome - drive out boredom

Your one eye's all the art we need.



Instant

instant

instant poetry . . .