This Chair Will Still Be Here
With ratching legs
Persuing history
I sit and and drink
THIS IS IT
With my drink I write
As my chair watches
Without judgement
Mute and one
With something meaningful
Above allĀ else
ETERNAL
It knows
It's costume
And desguise
Will be here
Long after I'm gone.
Play that again ChopinĀ
Chris Co
Tue 8th Feb 2011 12:42
I really like the somewhat surreal and very definite existential nature of this poem.
Very Satre ala Nausea.
The poem stood out at Guitar and Verse- one of if not the best poem of the night.
My Best
Chris