John-Ward Leighton

INTO ANOTHER WORLD

Photo ©Copyright 2010 by John-Ward Leightonmy son has forced my hand
its time to touch down in publishing land
dealing with the printing trade’s expensive look
in the costly local trial in our parade for a book

I repeated my mistake of the other day
and bought the wrong cartridge for my printer
another fifty bucks in the toilet cause I can’t return it
why am I so idiot wrong headed in the winter

it’s pissing rain
yet again
but have to get out and deal with
postal workers, bankers and other wankers

suddenly I have run out of words
and like those unnoticed forgotten dog turds
in the street
I have to be careful where I place my mind and feet

perhaps I’d better have that first coffee
perhaps the caffeine rush will settle me
Vancouver or Lima
what will it be

I know that once I’m out there
I’m going to be one wet fella
cause I’ll need three hands
to manage an umbrella

it’s a marvellous space in time
to screw around in my digs
and bend my words and thoughts
to fit the rhyme

I really don’t want to go out there
I’d rather sit here typing, writing, in my underwear
and with my beautiful muse as scold
we are traveling

into another world