Monday, 5 January 2015


I wear this coat
because nothing else will do
the coldness seeps like a virus
attacking my fingers and toes
infecting each of my bones
and shaking loose my hair.

I wear this coat
like each of its predecessors
with collar fully turned up
the best among them
one my father bequeathed
that I could never wait
until winter to wear.

I wear this coat
like a doppelgänger
Beuys's felt and fat
another layer of me
high street statue man
waxwing-gathering tree
icicle snapping free.