(London, the 17th of November, 2011)
I’m selling a life
By the railway arches
The chug of the Orient Express
Zooming past our house at 11.11
I’m selling foxes
Meaowing before dawn
When the whole world is absent
And the light dusts the street pink
I’ll also throw in a game of hide-and seek
Behind giant tree ferns;
The unruly grass in lazy summer heat
The first ray of light
Filtered through the back window,
Licking the floorboards,
The sheets,
The walls
And you can also have
The stars and the moon
The colours, the textures, the boiler, the fixtures
The piano trills,
The building maintenance bills
Hand in hand we’ll brave the noise
Outside the womb
Life is change
The rest is
Tap-dancing on a tomb.
Thursday, 17 November 2011
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