31 December 2007

The children keep a vigil outside my door
they trace my name on the wood
open it just a crack

They bring my head to ground-level,
get my hands on the ground.
I'm dancing to a '60s instrumental.


Dream (Raising life from the dead)

‘You can stay if you can shut up.’
You mean stop wriggling.
The rain and wind outside.
We phone and reserve The Lives of Others.
My brother already there, at this point of clarity.
A university complex? A swimming pool?
Difficulty finding my things.