Throwing Chairs in the Garbage

Dear god
That vibrates
Through every
Coffee table
Your heart is my heart
Your beautiful mechanics
Are felt
Through my fingers
I feel you there
In my skin
As I toss you into the garbage

Your intense barrage
Permeates my daily routine
You are
A dexterity poutine
That I devour with
Intense fervor

Dear all encompassing power
You make me real

My relationship
With ordinary sculptures
Is accentuated
And enhanced
As I graduate your form
to trash