Poetry Audition

Hey Folks,

I got to audition last Saturday for the Columbus Arts Fest Poetry selection committee. I had four poems ready to read (well within the 5 minute limit), but because the process was running behind, I only got to read two.

I'll share all four with you (but one at a time).

Here's one:


My reclining chair broke his hip last week,
And being as he was old and had seen better days
That was it.
No sense in reconstructive surgery.

Tuesday he goes to the curb,
To await the undertaker,
With nothing to look forward to but
the resurrection of the upholstery.

“Remember chair that thou art dust
and to dust thou shalt return.”

It hurts, what with all those years of intimacy,
To send him away, but what could I do?

I ache, in part, because
I’ve become, with age, a Lazy Boy too.

Maybe when my hip breaks,
The kids can get another Daddy at the store
And, come Tuesday, take me to the curb.



- Uke Man