Monday, October 22, 2012

Keep On Dancing

Plop down in a chair
jolting bolts of electric pain
reporting up yr back and legs
seat uneven and concave
creaking exclamations with 
each subtle movement
tiny shift in weight or 
anything of that sort
arm rests deflated
stuffing evaporated
backrest barely there
but still
this poem will be written

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