sick of it all
i am sick of not having a laundry basket. i am sick of the jocks on my floor. i am sick of seeing my brightly coloured beach towel. i am sick of seeing it from the corner of my eye. the solution is to buy a laundry basket. i am sick of this solution. this solution bores and depresses me. one day i will have the will to solve my problems. til then they weigh heavy on my mind. last night i dreamt i went to kmart. i dreamt i walked around. it took a really long time. then i found the homeware section. they had baskets. they had too many baskets. i hated the colours of the baskets. they only had the colours i dont like. highlighter yellow. colorbond green. plastic white. brat green. rat grey. millenial pink. stocking beige. mouthguard blue. hot pink. chrome. i went to the checkout chick. excuse me, i said. is there more colours. for what she said. for laundry baskets i said. we have a hundred more, she said. i asked her what ones. all of them, she said. all of them i said? i said it like a question. yes she said. yes what i said. whatever, she said. just tell me what you want she said. i thought for a while. what do i want? i said. i dont want colours i said. i dont want any colours i said. theres not a colour i wish to ever see again in my life, i said. that is sad, she said. then i woke up. i looked at the floor. the jocks were still there. the jocks were still a problem. they say dreams are a rehersal. for me its one and done. i had my trip to kmart experience. the trip went nowhere. i dont need a basket. i have found a solution. i just push the away the undies with my foot. i push them and push them until they are all away under my bed. out of mind out of sight.