Sunday and Reading

Sunday and Reading
Apart from putting dinner onYou don’t need to do anythingYou’re content with your bookNothing can bring you out of it
Feeling guilty and deliciousImagine a whole life like thatAnd not giving a bugger for anything But the book you’re with
Rarer than you want to beOccasional as real Sunday lunch With perfect Yorkshire puddings
The book must be good and bigIt’s got to be trustworthy and fatThat’s the Blockbuster business
Like the meat and potatoes of a Sunday roast and knowing You don’t need to go anywhereJust deeper into pages
When the book stops being thereAnd it’s just
A cloud of happening