VISITING MY HOME

VISITING MY HOME

Sat in your lounge I can see
Dusty corners glaring at me
Visions of dust mites before my eyes
Eating dead skin cells that lie

As you hand me a coffee
I notice the runs
Of congealed bacteria
From another’s dirty gums

As I visit your small room
I spy the cord switch operating the light
Gradually changing from black up to white
From the handle to cord’s ceiling height

Before sitting on your throne
I wipe it with tissue paper
To make sure I’m alone
Which germs look more harmful the tap’s or my own?

Then comes the door handle in order to exit
Should I wipe it or trust it?
Who’s used it since last applied bleach?
Seems the hallway’s just out of reach

As thoughts race complicating
The major decisions I’m making
I remember that I live alone
What’s more…
I’m visiting MY home!

5th July 2002