Upon Our Pink Upholstered Chair

 

 

To bed we’ll soon repair

but first, let’s bundle up and sit
affectionately in our warmth
upon our pink upholstered chair –

insert ourselves into the end

of yet another day –
reflecting not so much
on what may have transpired –

what we created or dismembered

or desired – most of which
now languishes unloved
and unremembered –

but on the way we managed

somehow to prevail –
defray, delay or trundle past
the catastrophic possibilities

that lie all round us as if waiting

indiscriminately and indifferently
for us to die. Let’s be grateful
somehow we got by.






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