A Worrisome Thing

a wart is a worrisome thing
planted there by pixies or gypsies
cocooned in a tough circle of life
it pushes against my shoe and foot
each step tracing its breadth and depth.

it left me once, but returned a spring day
while walking bare feet to gravel.
A kiss from corners of small rocks
revived what was merely sleeping.
First stirred an old familiar feeling,
then an itch that wanted to be scratched

tonight, legs crossed, foot over foot
it looks out across our comfortable bed
to see a vanishing solution on tv
- and laughs.

Here we lay

Here we lay, in love again
soft flannel sheets against our skin
I turn to grab a pen and pad
then start to scribble words like mad

Glasses tossed and out of site
He squints to see the words I write
He thinks of kittens, loving hearts
but soon makes out the first word - warts.

Basic Spelling

ab
code
fig
hijak
lemonpop
que
rest
you
veer
we
xyz

Why Did We Wait

so long to change
the light
that was in
the dining room?

a room which
you were patiently
using
as a study

It took moving
to stop us sitting
in a room that was
too dark
for too long