The dinner guests had
nothing bad to say
about the food
and drink
and congenial conversation
of an ever gracious host,
but the exploding chair
in the corner
was a little unsettling.

One woman screamed,
another choked on a broccoli
head,
most everyone else sat in uneasy silence
wondering if the exploding chair
in the corner
and the chair they now sat upon
had come as a
set.

Don’t worry, it always does that,
said the gracious host
with a casual raise of the glass
I will rebuild it again tomorrow
good as new
and set it out in the garage
where it can explode all it
wants to

in the company
of my imploding
car.