“Okay let’s get dis-ting started”
the fat man wheezed as he billowed over
the brave little bentwood
exhaling as he settles
and settles...and settles
“woooof “
moans the courageous little seat
on it’s skinny spindle legs
the room waits
motionless
anticipating
Immediate
disaster,
but the chair……..withstands
collective sigh,
and we begin
to barter in earnest
The big man has this way of leaning
He leans into his words
And he uses his body to massage the message
He’s smooth and fluid
With mass to move
And he knows how to use it
But the fact remains
when he lean the chair
it creaked for mercy
when he lean BIG,
the little chair she creak LOUD
like you almost hear the snap a’comin
the snap of splinters
just pushed too far
SNAP
Could only image the calamity
such an occasion
Would stir
But none o' that
is worth the words
‘Cause the wood she held
and the meeting took place.
Because’a that wood
The chair withstood
And I had to kill Felix Q.
V
March 2006
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