light in my room
glowing on far past it's time
travelling into the night
awake
when I should be at rest

swollen, she is
suddenly holding
a burden
that is delicate
intense
in her feline way
opportunism is apparent
she looks through the open doorway

Do you remember the time
I couldn't remember
how to use a door handle
so I scrabbled at the door like a dog
til you opened it and I fell through
and collapsed on the floor
my body felled like a tree by the
fit I was having

Do you remember?

And I thought for a moment of wide-open-terror
that I would never be able to remember again,
that the neural connections would never link up again
that this would be me
for the rest of my life:
Unable To Use A Door Handle.

31.1.11

like moths to a closeted dress,
thoughts shiver and twitch and then
bite in

I put a rosy mouth on
went out
and wondered what my style was

to the inventor of flatpacks

I curse you with broken threads,
                                             8 screws where there should be 9,
I curse you with broken fingernails,
                                             and burst tempers
I curse you with the frustration and outrage

                                             of a million customers forced to pay for the privilege of assembling their      purchases 

I curse you with an engulfing tidal wave of disappointment

                                             and dashed hopes of a beautiful table gone wrong

I curse you with an avalanche of plastic bags

                                             filled with ellen keys and useless bendy spanners

                                              

through the trees
a seagull coasting down
like a paper aeroplane

I look good in my lidls lined wellies