many loads of things to do
I cannot seem to move myself
from the loving arms of this
leather couch
that lets me bury my face
if I could live my life on this
leather couch
how simple would it be
eat noodles with cheese every day
of the week
maybe I’d order pizza
once in awhile
or Chinese
watch TV, forget about
all the things that are piling up
on my planner on my white board
in my inbox and my phone
all that would matter would be
that the couch loved me
my many fears and insecurities
are wiped clean
in a mountain of pillows
and fuzzy blankets
and this leather couch
the only arms I’ll ever need,
maybe
if a leather couch was
a cure to loneliness,
oh let it be
as Paul McCartney so aptly
once sang
I wish that were true.
some days it’s unfair
that the rain clouds my mind
and the pillows and blankets can’t make up for
the words people say
at the end of the day,
I have a leather couch in
my empty living room
though
I dream of the day when
all I have to do is sit around
and write and sing and love
the people around
me
but then I think that maybe
I’d be bored.