a couch of brown
and a headache too loud
which pinches at the thoughts
crashing in my head

put on a channel
a bag of potato slices
a hot tea to keep me warm
in this locked alley stone

the movies pass by
and the time ticks alone
keep the couch soft and warm
while waiting for those things
I always have to do

but not today
no,
I am doing nothing
at this hour
and that is my story
for the day