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Swallowing Hair

woke up making a choking sound because of a dream where I had swallowed all this hair and gunk strung together like the gunk down a plughole, and I was pulling it out strand by strand from my throat

dreamed I was in a huge, enclosed city with a glass ceiling, on the run to or from something, and saw a huge amount of ice from the ceiling detach itself and tumble on to a crowded part of the main street, squashing and killing dozens of people and flattening them into a red mush - I was horrified and kept walking with my hands over my face, eyes wide.

I was on the phone to a client from a job a long time ago and he wanted to talk to David, but David was out of the office and wouldn't be back till Monday. Martin didn't want to talk to him and made me fob him off. This made the client angry and he accused us of not knowing what we were doing. I got annoyed about this and asked him if he had a problem that needed solving and he said not right now, so I asked him what was the matter then. He said that to explain he would need to show me a demo movie from his company. My computer was in pieces on the floor and by the time I had it almost put together again the movie was over and it was time for the client's lunch. He was angry that I hadn't managed to watch it. He was just angry. Is this a metaphor?

Spirals

every morning we turn to see each other
in pale light through frosty windows,
or warm sun and leaf-shadows

I realize again that I always want to wake up
to the soft breath from your open mouth
and the gentle smell of your hair

to make my journeys in the white daytime
never knowing where I am being led
or if this time the way back will be lost

and in the evening to hold you in the dark
as we surrender to everything again
and say goodbye as if this time is the last