When are you going to turn the music back on?
I’ve sat her for a while now
Wondering to myself
Should I suggest a new album
Or enjoy the silent humming
Visiting my ouroboros thought pattern.
I picture something with a nice bassline
Hopefully some creamy smooth lead
That will do a better job
Of snaking my thoughts around
Too many small stools
Lacking proper back support.
Tag: stool
Old Worn Out Stool (day 308)
Leftover confessions sit on the old worn out stool
Gathering dust bunnies in the corner
Spider webs slowly crawl into the sunlight
And time slips between the cracks eroding
The warm fly stops a while
Basking in the stray beams sent in loveletters
From the sun lollygagging afar
With a slam the scared stool shakes
Temperamental floor boards wobbling
From the heavy oak door’s hinges
Muddy work boots shift the scene
Askew rays reach but cannot touch
The newly placed stool covered in rags
And darkness ensues
For the old worn out stool
Night trickles in