Futon

A roach crawls along the
lip of your paper cup.
Your vision catches it and
yelling you call it a "Bastard!"
and knock it off of there,
maybe try to kill it,
wash off the sides to
disintegrate it's footprints
and refill the cup with wine.
A small forest of pine-trees
is growing out the drain
of your kitchen sink.
Peek out your window:
it's cold; the Seasons
changing, switching it's wardrobe
behind a curtain of clouds &
temperature before coming out for
the next act.
Inside, you cant see the
ceiling for the fog.
The Sun's nothing to say of
you - thinks you're a hard working
productive citizen - but the Moon's
never seen you sober.
Another roach makes its appearance
and you smash it.
There's pictures of your family
members somewhere but they're
not your family anyway.