Terrence Anathema's Poetry Blog

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Litany of a Chair

Standing motionless for all time
Only a push or pull might move me

Bearing the weight of books or body
Only an arm or leg might use me

Pressing down upon the floor
Only disuse might confuse me

Crackling and creaking under duress
I hope my benefactor won't restrict me

Breaking from age and perpetual burden
I hope my benefactor won't evict me
Posted by Anathema at 14:31
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