Sitting on a chair in the middle of the road
No one has a clue how I got here
I don’t have a worry or a care in the world
Everything around me seems to disappear.
It’s a quaint little chair I think one of a pair
With a high carved back and two wooden arms
It’s finished in red silk very sturdy and well built
Quite comfortable full of character and charm.
It’s all quite surreal like no one exists
Nothing makes sense anymore
I look up at the sky and watch the birds passing by
I feel alive safe and secure.
There’s panic all around though I don’t make a sound
People seem to be angry and enraged
I can see they can’t get passed they abuse me and I laugh
I can’t respond right now I’m disengaged.
The police soon arrive at which point I decide
To stretch my legs and attempt to run away
I’m detained and then arrested
My innocence is vehemently protested
But I’m taken down to the station
And charged with affray.
© Kelvin Rush