Poem: Wrong Seat


Chair with no backing
broken spring in there, somewhere
cushion a questionable color
pattern select or historic stain
must test if still wet
Sit here if you like 
it’s the last chair left
and it is just not right
Your frame will not fit
the Seuss-wobbled structure
yet you sit.  It is the last chair.
Bottom line discovers the
displeasure immediately


-SPLaws

Wassily Kandinsky




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Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws lives in the Pacific Northwest. She is a published poet, currently working on a series of short stories. For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interest include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions.

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