28 February 2007

I get off the train

I get off the train,
see a girl sitting reading
the same book as me.

27 February 2007

A moment's terror

A moment's terror:
disorientation from
sleeping in the day.

26 February 2007

Clearest day for months

Clearest day for months –
horizon refocused sharp;
waterfall-fresh air.

25 February 2007

Reach the top, the views

Reach the top, the views
join up, and the city is
solved like a crossword.

24 February 2007

Roof of the Pennines

Roof of the Pennines
and the lumbering coach does
sixty through the clouds.

23 February 2007

Train to Nottingham

Train to Nottingham,
watch bands, sleep over, come home:
my small miracle.

22 February 2007

Wet February

Wet February
plays with butterscotch sunsets,
starts rumours of spring.

21 February 2007

Before the vista

Before the vista
of the great, unfurled city,
a blue tit jinking.

20 February 2007

In injury time

In injury time
we score and defeat those who
left before the end.

19 February 2007

Staring at the wall

Staring at the wall,
aspiring to its blankness,
while you get X-rayed.

18 February 2007

I take two months on

I take two months on
one book, two days on the next.
Time is like sugar.

17 February 2007

The trains through the park

The trains through the park
to London and the south-west
barely make a sound.

16 February 2007

If days are just songs

If days are just songs
this one's a downbeat number
and rain is its riff.

15 February 2007

Between the taxi

Between the taxi
and the door, one more busy
engine still running.

14 February 2007

Just to feel something

Just to feel something
I let the cat bite my arm,
and then feel silly.

13 February 2007

In the hot stillness

In the hot stillness
of a mid-morning bath I
hear my own heart beat.

12 February 2007

It's a hundred hours

It's a hundred hours,
this wet Monday morning, since
I was last alone.

11 February 2007

The sun can stay down

The sun can stay down
and the next time I sleep I
want to stay asleep.

10 February 2007

A blink of her eyes

A blink of her eyes
and the world could turn to snow.
That white cat is bad.

09 February 2007

Through the pub window

Through the pub window
three of us watched a woman
carrying a rose.

08 February 2007

A sky full of snow

A sky full of snow
and weirdly dim neon pinks
for this night only.

07 February 2007

When snow is coming

When snow is coming
you can give up control by
stepping on the train.

06 February 2007

They sound clumsy, but

They sound clumsy, but
cold fingers on guitar strings
can also thaw hearts.

05 February 2007

Lost is waking up

Lost is waking up
today in the belief that
it's Christmas next week.

04 February 2007

Not a cooked breakfast

Not a cooked breakfast
but love and sweet indiepop
cured my hangover.

03 February 2007

Treading an empty

Treading an empty
pitch while, eighty miles away,
my team wins six-nil.

02 February 2007

It's been a long time

It's been a long time
but I'm glad to see you now,
5pm daylight.

01 February 2007

Walking in to town

Walking in to town
at evening rush hour, I watch
my film run backwards.