Plagiarized Poetry

I recently read this George Saunders story in the New Yorker. I was cataloguing some of the story's imagery for a friend (don't ask) and she pointed out it made for some pretty good poetry.

Maybe this will motivate you to read the story and maybe it won't:

dry aquarium holding the single encyclopedia volume
pasta pot on the bookshelf with an inflatable candy cane inexplicably sticking out
spare tire on the dining-room table
the sink had a basketball in it
crankshaft on a cookie sheet
partial red pepper afloat in a can of green paint