Breaking A Chair Over Your Friend’s Head
This isn’t a secret,
But rather a certainty.
I broke a chair over your friend’s head.
It was all in slow motion,
And suspended like a hammock.
Everyone saw that it wasn’t so simple.
I had to abrade the pollen out of my eyes
And see that Saturdays make us all crazy.
I’ve always gotten giddy at the prospect of a bar brawl,
But I’m already unbroken and sweating like a piston engine.
There’s that moment where everyone must choose a side.
The floor kept shattered wood,
More pungent than gasoline and oil,
This time around.
Oak and pine must have rhythm,
And in the afternoon,
You’ll pick up the pieces.
For now you lay tangled in the midst of a chair,
Hugging the dust that makes you so blue.
-Eric Egavian
