> Hello Marcus,
This is great fun, very well realised, and uncomfortably true to life. A very enjoyable read.
best wishes, Mike
> Lähettäjä: Marcus Bales <[log in to unmask]>
> Päiväys: 2003/12/13 la PM 05:27:03 GMT+02:00
> Vastaanottaja: [log in to unmask]
> Aihe: Found Poem: washing the car
>
> Found Poem - Washing The Car
>
> It was a nice day, so I decided to wash the car.
> I started toward the garage, and noticed the mail
> on the hall table. Since it was there, I thought
> I'd go through the mail before I wash the car.
> I put my car keys down,
> threw the junk mail in the trash can under the table,
> and noticed that the trash can was full.
> So I put the bills back on the table
> and start to take out the trash first.
> But, I thought, when I take the trash out
> I'm going to be near the mailbox anyway,
> so I might as well pay the bills first.
>
> I took my checkbook out of my pocket,
> and saw there was only one check left in it.
> Extra checks are in a cabinet in the study,
> and on the way past my desk I find the glass of iced tea
> I'd been drinking. I'm not thirsty right now,
> and the tea is getting warm, so I decide
> I'll quickly put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
>
> So I put the trash can from the hall down in the study,
> And, as I head toward the kitchen,
> there's a drooping houseplant on the windowsill.
> I briefly consider using the tea to water the plant,
> but I remember the foorah from the last time
> I got caught doing that,
> and as I stand there thinking about that I discover,
> partially hidden behind the plant's pot,
> the sunglasses I've been searching for all week.
>
> I think I'd better put them back on my desk,
> but first I'm going to water the houseplant.
> I set the sunglasses back down on the windowsill
> next to my tea, and walk into the kitchen
> to fill a container with water and there,
> on the kitchen table, is the TV remote
> for the living room TV.
> I decide to put it back where it belongs,
> but first, doggone it, I'll water that plant.
> Trying to be careful not to splash on my sunglasses,
> and with the remote in one hand,
> I take the wrong angle with the container
> and, of course, slosh more on the floor
> than would ever have spilled on my sunglasses.
> I set the remote back down on the table,
> get some towels, wipe up the water,
> and then more carefully finish watering the plant.
> Then I stand in the hall, head down,
> trying to remember what I was planning to do.
>
> The car isn't washed,
> the bills aren't paid,
> I can't find the remote,
> the hall trash can is in the study,
> there is still only one check in my checkbook,
> and a glass of iced tea getting warmer on the windowsill
> next to my sunglasses,
> beside the plant I've just watered,
> and now I don't remember what I did
> with the car keys.
>
> I realize I'm trapped in a process
> I don't understand, and I think
> I'll try to get on-line and google around
> to see what I can find about this syndrome --
> but first I'll check my e-mail.
>
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