The sad washing machine is like a priest hearing confession--
The unclean is made clean.
(wonders the washing machine)
Am I hidden away in the basement, or shoved against the wall of the mud room like some sort of suspect?"
Pretty and blameless white washing machine,
It is not you they are ashamed of--
It is their own dirty laundry.
The drunken palm tree leans uncertainly over the boulevard--
"I am slender,
(slurs the palm tree)
And my hair is never mussed,
But I am far too tall and my skin is rough and dry.
Won't someone buy me a mai tai?"
Inclined inebriated palm tree,
We each have our faults.
Still it only takes a single charming monkey scrambling up your body to sample your perfect coconuts
To make life seem promising again.
Mahatma Gandhi and Jesus sit next to each other on a bus stop bench--
The King of Kings' robe is fresh and clean.
The little bespectacled Mahatma feels revived by the cooling shade,
And the fragrance of rum and fruit in the air.
"Let's go get a sandwich," suggests Gandhi in Hindi.
"All right," agrees J. "I'll take care of the wine."
"There is beauty in everything," observes the small one, as the bus arrives.
"Indeed!" agrees the bearded one.
It will be a fine afternoon.