i recall

a crazy  cousin
well, some relation, anyhow

he arrived out the neverending
what the bloody hell blue
with one pair of jeans
two tops
and one suit
hanging in his car

ate nothing but rye bread
talked about where he'd been what he'd done
his ex wife in china
his girlfriends
what love is like
wasn't above having a go on a trampoline.
the sun shone that day
and he rested on a white plastic chair
just living.

he was life
and none of us knew exactly
what to say to him.

he took the sofa
slept like a homeless man
hummed in the morning while he shaved
a smoker's throat
kind of singing

when he'd gone we felt strange
very light
and unreal