WOOLY COVER

Wooly cover

 

Hidden and wooden

Words

Undressing beneath

A cover of wool

Textile froth

Breathed in the mouth

The lint causing a sensation

And revolt.

 

I don’t care

What you think

As long as you do.

Think

About me

As I about you

I bought a ring

And hid it in a tree

Followed my heart

But didn’t bury it

When I wounded my knee

If I were the mercenary type

And found myself in a funny hat

Taken a franc for wage

A euro for the cure

Of forgetting

I would.

I hesitate now

To say good luck

And let fortune be on

Your good side; rather

Choosing a romance-stance

And softer look inside.

-jim hill (10-12-09)