Chair creaks
whimpers of tortured low-grade metal
Must annoy the hell out of my flatmates
at two in the morning.
Time to replace it:
send my prosthesis packing?
I think not; this fixture of my cave
far too much a part of me
Unsteady, mobile,
comrade in learning and sloth
Computer chair absorbs my spare time -
Helps convert electrons to memory.
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May 24th, 2008 at 1:04 am
I know this is one of your really old poems (relatively speaking), but I like it a lot. It has a cheeky, casual charm. The scary thing is that when I read it I can hear your voice in my head