Sam Wells – (Year 12, Wellington College)

Lazy Boy

Warmth and softness,
the cat purring,
the fire crackling.
It’s funny what you see
when your eyes aren’t open.

Because he can still see
the business suit at the end
of the tunnel.
The constant colour of green.
The gold man on the water.
The ease with which the knife cuts through the butter.

But the butter is cold.

His favourite feeling is flying.
Being a hot knife
floating, weightless,
with everything and nothing beneath.
Chaos under him continues,
but not near him.
He is flying.

And all this about a boy
in the cold,
on the couch,
inside me.