DO YOU WANT THIS VOLVO?
When they hung the paper in this miserable
room, I'd imagine they were blind or drunk.
None of the seams match up, so where the
floral image meets another, it's all bizarre
and without any match. And then, in
another section, the barn or wooden bridge
or whatever it is, is completely mismatched,
to no sense at all. I can't assume this would
bother anyone else, but it drives me sure-nuts.
Is there a form of agreement, or a word for his?
Or, perhaps, I'm just a geek of the kind foretold.
'He will be wise in his ways, but so dumb in his
tastes.' Or like a tombstone which reads, 'He was
wise in his ways, but what a jerk otherwise.' At
least at the burial the stone is not yet there; so
no one will know that difference.
In the same way as the old guy, writing his will
again for the umpteenth time, looks up at a nephew
and says, 'Do you want the Volvo?' No one else
in the room knows a thing, except that
he's a daff old man.