Way To Live

If all the world took flight right now
and drifted like a ghost ship into nothingness
I would kind of miss it, I guess.
Although this night keeps stretching
and my days are dumb and reclusive
I do sort of like curling up under a blanket with you
and watching zombie movies on channel 4.

I know it is better for me to never stand still,
to work and sleep and drink and dance,
write poetry, turn my music up, read Sartre,
but all I want to do really is sit on the sofa with you
and watch all nine series of the X-Files. Fall asleep.
Lying in bed until the afternoon,
watching images under my eyelids
this could be a way to live a life.