the chairman

somehow unbeknownst to my wife
I’ve merged beings with my purple chair
and the cat sits wedged
on one of my high back ears
knocking off my glasses

ad / notare 20

these noplaces built upon
up on that strip mined
mind mountain bit / bitter
like dandelion greens
over baked

volcano trapped bipeds
yet here we worry
some bot will have forgot
bout us