Friday, January 28, 2011

The Naked Chair

Do you ever feel more inspired
when you're sitting naked
after your morning shower?
Sometimes it's just easier
not to wear clothes.
They stifle my creativity.
I need the zen-like presence of
my nakedness
to bring forth my genius.
My chair must feel pretty lucky.
That, or I'm just using him
for his body to write silly
little poems. Naked.

My chair is from Ikea.
He's nothing special, really.
and his Swedish name doesn't sound dirty.
Torbjorn.
Maybe he was a
Swedish diplomat in another life.
Or a train conductor
with a mustache.
Whoever you were, Torbjorn,
Your destiny in this life,
is to be my naked chair.
Thank you for living out
your dreams,
Torbjorn.