in my chair
red with rips
exposing the yellow underneath
if only I could swim in the reef
this chair; always there
leaning back
staring at the cracks in the floor
and I stare further into one
particular crack to the side of
my left foot
and I look hard
I notice a sea of dirt
beyond the crack
as I scratch an itch
agitated by my shirt
shipwreck in the sea
is what I can see
mangled at the port
bricks everywhere
flying up and out of the crack
and the debris zooms into my hair
I try to wipe it out
only to push my head like plasticine
I cause a dent which is evident
and something painful shoots out
the pain springs like a rainbow
then onto the screen infront
and what do I see
o' my it's me
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