my chair dreams me
a reflexive twitch of a wooden
post-arboreal consciousness
thought creates gravity creates time
to fall down the well
but the chair sustains me
projects me
a watery hologram
in the nearest fog bank
this chair is a hand
shoved up my back
limbs animating
you know who
to blame
I will never again be able to regard any piece of furniture or other object made of wood without pondering its “post arboreal consciousness”, and if there’s a higher compliment to be paid to a poet, I don’t know what it is.
Ha ha ha. Thank you 🙏. That is truly high praise.
You know, I’m still ruminating over that killer story from yesterday. It really made an impact. No pun intended. Well, maybe a little.
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it,
“my chair dreams me”!!! Fantastic.
Thank you!
The comments were closed, but I just wanted to you how much I enjoyed reading ‘no tip’ from last Sept. 28.
Thanks so much!