Sport 31: Spring 2003
Swinging London
Swinging London
Bob Dylan dot com is really useful
you say from the edge of the bed
closing that LP-sized serving door to the kitchen.
Sleeping in the dining room
the two-way drawer enables us
to reach in the night for a spoon.
When at last you leave the waking
pillow you go to swinging London
its hospitable mews and leaf-bare trees.
Your dream is black and white
but you know the colour of people's hair
which often proves important to the story.
There's an anecdote happening somewhere off screen:
a recovered wig, a cigarillo
and the kindness of a customs officer.
And your dream is like a word
for which there isn't a word
in English, like the word that means
the way the orange light comes in the bathroom window.
You in London with its miniskirt thighs
my toes, queen bees on the hexagon tiles.