Brown Folding Chair an Ode to when we first met
Sitting in a blue shoebox papered with nightmares and musical icons, memories are woven in the furniture
In his mirror my reflection I am new to his motif
His Red Fender is rested against the brown chair he first sat in the first time I saw him play.
That brown folding chair means so much to me. That brown folding chair has been around before me.
How many times did he sit in that chair? Who experienced it? He could have had many good times on that chair, but I don’t know, I am new.
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. Knick Knacks,books,videos,dvds all collected all displayed all surrounded by blue walls, blue floors.
Decaying memories I wasn’t part of. I wonder if he had fun?
Maybe if I stand on the chair and put my ear to the ceiling. I will hear the sounds of times gone by. After all memories do rise, don’t they?
Yes I will fly to the top of his room and look down at his khaleidoscope
My eyes direct me to that sweet coco colored sitting apparatus
THE BROWN FOLDING CHAIR, I love that chair
