The Demon Chair

Sitting In the demon chair What am I waiting for? You look familiar As a boy, I was told to sit still, Be quiet, in a similar chair, once. I was quiet now tastes of antiseptic and bleach and pity People will come some do not, most do not where are my friends who are my friends A brush jams in his hair that’s not how he has it slick back, not forward Do you not hear me? He is not going anywhere. He has nowhere to go. My teeth? Where are my teeth, give back my teeth I don’t bite Look, his ankles are swollen feet bulging in slippers that do not belong to him Nothing belongs to me anymore Cake crumbling on his chin on his chest I brush them off! trampled into worn carpet this old carpet will be replaced soon Weak, milky tea My wife makes it better she will be here soon Your tea is vile! what time is it? is it time for lunch?