As I sink into the sofa
I wonder how my face will look
My jaw aches a little now
As I leaf through a Sedaris book
The air in the room is cold
Outside the wind is whistling
There’s a rainbow on the floor
And the fish tank is glistening
I look above the fireplace
My eyes fix upon a wooden cock
To my left there’s a naked woman
Being devoured by a beastly croc
Some books are familiar to me
There’s vinyl that takes me back
Other objects are more alien
A two headed being with a mono-rack
But I am feeling comfortable
There is a warmth to it all
The old Pioneer turntable
The art upon the wall
Framed pictures rest in the corner
Patiently waiting to be hung
Their fate is yet to be decided
Like the lifespan of a smokers lung
Toy camels trek towards some seeds
For growing your own man
SpongeBob is in here with me
Hanging above a Chinese fan
The pipe cleaner draws my attention
I’m unsure of it’s use in here
Why hang it above the mantelpiece?
The reasoning seems unclear
Perhaps it’s related to the fish tank
The one with no fishes in
But there is plenty of other life
Swimming, crawling and wriggling
I watch for a little while
I wonder about their mental state
Then my mind flicks back to me
And how much longer I will have to wait
Not too long as it turns out
I am beckoned from a room above
I climb the stairs, nervously
And our faces are revealed to us.