and not twigs.

It took him twelve round months

to spin a nest of tables out

of hazel wood, oak, and the spaces

between the weft and weave of time

inside his wordless wooden heart.

And on the night that it was finished,

a family – of mouse and bird

and cat – lay down inside the nest

of tables, making it their home;

as unexpected as that seems.

Your protestation – ‘Mouse? Bird? Cat!

What sort of family is that?’ –

fell flat upon my ears. And yet

you never questioned that a nest –

a nest! – might be made from tables,

?what was that you said about being absent-minded

absent-minded poet

thinks

?where mobile phone

checks:

pockets bag car

bedside table pile-up

rest of house

m.phone nowhere

literally

ffs

absent-minded poet

uses

landline phone

call m.phone

seconds later

ring-tone erupts

m.phone

hiding

in left hand

forgets why needed m.phone

in first place

instead

hilarious facebook post

!87 people like this

tells story repeatedly

to anyone

with ears

months later

pulls same stunt

envoi

?what was that

you said

about

being absent-minded

shitstorm

when in middle of

SHITSTORM

patient poet

thinks

ought write poem

‘STORM OF SHIT’

but morphine

interrupts

thought flow

as wont to do

patient poet

forgets where

poem heading

instead starts

scribbling some shit:

kittens clouds

whether/not

govt. should have

minister for lamp posts