What I Would Rather Be Doing

I feel like, I need to open a window,
Grab a couple beers,
Sit down where I can the dirty white of the overcast sky,
And flex my fingers’ spirit across a keyboard.

After spilling myself across a page,
And smearing my thoughts around,
I want to close my eyes and drift across the harmonics
Echoing from the sound bar in my living room.

Like the cat, sleeping softly, in the chair he claimed with his shedding hair,
I will be unconcerned as I drop into the folds of the familiar couch
And join him in dreaming.