“Tell me about your mother, Jim.”
“I called her up yesterday
8 o’clock at night, Doctor Bernstein.
I didn’t speak to her
for about a month.
As soon as she got on the phone
she said
she’s watching
this great Errol Flynn movie on channel 11
and can’t talk.
Then she hung up.”

Charles Chaim Wax

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragments-concerning-ontological-commotion/