Monday, 14 May 2018

Dished



Being upfazed by your dishwasher shouldn’t b’ 
irrecondite tragedy, you’re always able and free 
to read the booklet that it came with; whether a 
German translation of rephrased Swahili, taken 
literally from the French version - or worse, that 
Anglo-conversion o’ th’ Whirlpool-lingua speak- 
easy texts, conversationally based on American 
dissertations about how it ‘occasionally’ works 

Tho to express my chagrin we’ve got to be able 
to bend knees in cleaning inlet water pipe filters 
irked to the point o’ no rinse-return flows, - then 
there is an occasional dissonance whether a full- 
phasing t’ each cycle sequence has reached its 
proper end as the system appraises - whoopee 

So woe’s me believing I needed read darn texts 
which expressed everything but the facts & that 
this machine knows what’s going thru my mind
an interact that running properly today’s but gift 
for a proposed week’s holiday plan, & which it’s 
‘rest’ cycle scheduled itself to begin tomorrow 
© 21 April 2018, I. D. Carswell 

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