I lock the door I am now free, To do as I please My friends they have been waiting for me
With a fast flicker of flame My room is lit with a light darkness The candle burns with the grace of a dame. Standing out like earth in the emptiness of space
In my room I am the king and I am the keeper My television wakes up for me at the push of a button, She”s a restless sleeper.
My good friends the Beastie Boys, They”ve been waiting In my speakers ready to rhythmically rap a rhyme with impact that destroys.
My friends on the bookshelf, Frodo and Bilbo Baggins, Never speak to me, Tolkin tells me they”re too busy helping wizards and slaying dragons.
The cosy, consolatory, comforting lazy boy chair Consciously confides with my body As though swimming in a vat of liquid heat Tranquillizing volts pulsate through my limbs.
Nature wants to be in my room. On windy days I see trees leaning, bending, towards it, Leaves reaching into it. I just close the glass mouth. On some days I see her drool dripping down the windowsill, Like a cats chin when looking out to sea.
“Go to your Room!” Gladly.
