The Couch

A comfort it lingered on in the
mind, the transparent thought
unfolding on popular means of
leisure - the baseball game, the
golf - the potato, giving rise to
a lethargy that brings drugged
insolence to the rational, the
brevity of life itself.

Yet, relaxing a deforming the
back all or both are wonderful
past times for the iron, the body
stressing beyond the thrill of
victory - but in others.
A stood, or rather sat in silence
as controls with all about choosing
lights and camera over poetry,
classics.

Outside it’s nice, but ignorant
to pleasantries, we can persist
in frozen superheroes, or more
likely villains as our time spent may
climb past misdeeds of Batman
foes, the known quantities beckon
us to think better or the flatness -
the earth and sky? No.

It’s grand, simply, to be used by
humans in this pathetic sphere
of influence - superceded by parties -
spilling on vinyl leather. Wait, that’s me.
I served my purpose and request
time with family. Not you, but
good behavior - or bad - it’s
really both, to be treated to such
relevance.

It grieves me to no end - checking
the spelling of davenport, ottoman -
an empire on the wall - control, but
really none but the color, fabric,
station in life. Another year -
decades, or briefly napping, hiding
in leather, the superior spelling.
Yet, by yourself, it’s still quiet, still
a melding of minds, cushioning the spirt
for 30 second spells of life.

© 2014 Larry Ingram