Saturday, November 7, 2009

Clean Conscience

Vacuming rugs
Snap attachments
Vacume the ceilings
And dead bugs

Patterns in the floor
Like fresh mowed lawn
Powders and foam
With nature's odor

The stairs laid to rest
With a swipe of the wand
Fibers dancing like coral
To the roar of the beast

All matter falls into sync
Cornish hen in the oven
Blue Moon on the 8-track
Watch TV not to think