The ghost sits waiting patiently till I am half way

to a paradise of exhausted slumber before it somehow

manages to turn the radio over to medium wave.

The sound of the crisp digital broadcast suddenly lost,

abandoned into the vaporous ether like wisps of smoke

drifting out to sea and drowned out by the sound of Nelson’s drum

beating slowly as it recognises that some part of the country

is about to drown.  Not my part surely as I wake with groggy eyes

puffed up and swollen from the ghostly attack on my right