Chucking Out The Sofa Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

Same lifespan
as mums cat
you ring the council
and that's that
my indoor atoll
the north korea
of my comfort zone

No one decided
no death warrant
a new one is coming
from John Lewis
I had to unscrew it
its in the street
ignoble in bits

always too close
to the wall, she said
the wall had to breathe
suffocating sofa!
glad you're gone
I hope the wall
starts to breathe
how do you know?
how can you tell?
walls everywhere,
breathe