I'm getting what I deserve. 
Sky and buildings blur.
World the same old cemetery.
I've wrapped myself in fake fur,
Beast Games on tv.

The day doesn't jostle me anymore,
I swerve gracelessly,
mind inert,
voice a flat-lined melody,
hand on a nondescript cup of tea.

I'm a sofa whore:
limbs melded with upholstery.
I should cry out. Beg for a cure,
but I'm comfy
lounging in the in-between,
life on pause,
applauding something more exciting on the screen.


Cover Art: Specimen of a Portrait, 1878. James Tissot (French, 1836–1902)

11 responses to “Applauder”

  1. oh this is so good; I look for posts like yours, that have a unique voice, that play with language, that have an excitement, a bravado in the language; ——– ‘a sofa whore’: brilliant 🙂

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    1. Why, thank you, John. Huge compliment for this cushion courtesian. 😊Heres to a year of fun ahead, my friend.

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      1. yes !!!!

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  2. happy exactly where you are, well done

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    1. Thanks, Beth.

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  3. Beautiful words, video and portrait! I’ve never heard that song, she has a fantastic voice.

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    1. Thanks, John. I missed a couple comments earlier. I got to see her here in Bangkok recently. She was great.

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      1. That’s nice! I didn’t know you are in Thailand.

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      2. 🪷It’s been an adventure so far!

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  4. I’m a sofa whore. I love it.

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    1. Thank you. I find it more and more true.

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