On The Chair Poem by Liza Sud

On The Chair



I will come to you with a chair.
As I see you I'll just sit down.
And calm down. And I will stare.
At you. With unblinking glance.

So that you were engorged with energy
How with an old rum a cake.
And we will be with you inseparable.
And time will go on the chair.

Thursday, September 24, 2015
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