Chairship zone

 

No appetite.

Knock, knock

Hello, who is this

It’s me

(the door opens)

 

O you

Come, sit

I have no track of time

You could have come just a while ago

But moments seem years to me

Ah yes, I know you’ve done horrible things

To merit this seat,

This sailing seat, on fire, is yours!

How many times have I told you

Not to come when I am alone?

(smiles)

 

You seem to find me in my time!

Are you addicted to me?

Am I your grass?

Okay, since you’ve come

Let us see the home...

 

I know we’ve seen this many times

Still, many times is first time

Now, please hold the chair

You’ll fall otherwise

Hold it tight else you will fall into the mundane

Now see!

 

Can you smell her in the kitchen?

Her apron smells like the food

Orange with happiness,

She talks to the vegetables

When they float in heated oil

Do you see?

Yes! Go on...

When she was preparing the food

Your aroused hands snatched her

From the kitchen,

You went here and there with her

To those shelves, those walls

Made love...

You held her

Just after she’d picked the cauliflower

From her organic kitchen garden

You arrived at more or less the same time

A thousand fold times,

In thousand old ways

 

Happy?

Now, go, leave

I don’t want you anymore

For you’ll remind me of the library...

Whilst I could smell the books

You wretch!

You cheated on her

For the one who came mopping your floor?

You were talking to those pages

To those shelves, to those walls

You heard those frying sounds still

You smelt that engaged apron,

Preparing a romantic meal for you?

You remember?

Right in the middle of those authors

Who wrote about this, through time, many fold times

In many old ways

Those books have seen the act

Your art of concealing fact

You read them all, and yet you dared...

 

But hang on, we never had a help

I had that one pair of hands

She was my maid

And I never confabulate with inanimate objects

You know that

(smiles) 

You are a wretch, planting cauliflowers in me

You pervert reader

Go burn in the seat

 

O sanity, the only adultery

Why do you appear in my zone?

And to you, thanks for coming

You can leave 

Let the chair loose...

Now I am hungry.

(the door closes)

some of you might enjoy...others might not...life has many voices, but the one that's within matters because that's what genuinely is, that’s what you have and that’s what you can offer