John-Ward Leighton


a day of depression
and my bed beckons
slept far too long
and didn’t hear the happiness song

obeyed the lord of small tasks checked my snail mail
and had a three o’clock in afternoon breakfast
and wondered how long
the sweet taste in my mouth would last

the spring comes grudgingly late
the temperature warm for this time of year
the buds are just bursting to bloom
but the sky won’t co operate

this poem is like having a tooth pulled
the right side has the left side in full scold
Leonard says “I’m your man” why does he do it
its because he can

my journal is on the kitchen table
I dare not open it
and listen to the demands
of a clean white page

the blinking cursor nags
and no matter what the current song
the question remains
where have the words gone.