The Sitting

(finished 26/12/08)

Dark as it was
i drank many
a dry cup of tea, sat,
strippd throat rubbing against my one clean shirt,
for the long hours
in the old mans house,
before i realised that there was
less liquid than dirt.

and Empty as it would come to be,
the room showed no sign of giving up
posession
of its now near-permanent resident
walls proudly displaying their age
like pages from a faded home decoration magazine.

and as Settled as he'd seemed,
that sly old man surprised me
stretching his feet with a smile,
bidding me good day
and leaving me to sit,
to grow comfortable,
strange and unfit
in the warming of his seat for awhile.

Olm