I am a chair,
come sit
on me.
carve your
initials
into my arms
with a knife.
I am a chair,
come sit
on me.
dress me up
or let me wear.
put me where
You like.
it isn't like
I've got a
say.
I am a chair,
come sit
on me.
weigh down
my legs until
they snap,
then throw
me away
in the
garbage.
I am a chair,
come sit
on me.
YOU ARE READING
BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
