The city of brass,

Floating Orb through deepest hell,

Flaming masters reign.

City of the Doors,

Jim Morrison fears to tread,

To feed his head.

The weekend nearing,

Little time to be at peace,

Spend the time drinking.

Mechanical men,

The robots in monster suits,

Praise the genre film.

The mistless mornings,

Portend threats of summertime,

New coldless winters.

Jumbo breakfast roll,

Potato waffles and toast,

Sausage and bacon.

Judging house as home,

To solve problems conjured by;

Capitalism.

Engage the buttons,

Turn dials and view gauges,

Essence of the form.

Banish all the thoughts,

Kowtow not to prejudice,

Fresh eyes see new worlds.

Seeking the profound,

Bright in form, tiny in deed.

Finding little words.