PartickI stand, whisper-thin, expectant, In the bustle of the bus-station, And hold my awkward pride in place, With hands, both cold and anxious, Slender fingers, that, come tonight, Will rest on the warmth of your back, Poised, like dancers with no concept Of where to go, or where they’ve been.Partick
And the soft May rain is a relief, An excuse, a concession; I watch the sky, The buildings blackened with experience, Loom up from the wet dark concrete, Silent, imposing and saddened, and I Fret about superficiality, about you, And where you are now, And wh
ThoughtsThere's no sense in the blood-bottomed meadows Sad and pale in the light of the evening skies, And the rusting bicycle spokes stand shattered, little fingers, The bars on the cage of innocence.Thoughts
Oh to taste the aniseed, thick saliva, glorious days In the bent of youth, to race the wind, the message In the bottle, and to catch pepper seeds, taken to lofty flight, On the breath of windless summer nights
Where lies the reasons of breathless fancy, The wonders of childhood gone now, sullied, The rich vibrance of life's threadbare tapestry, Aflame in the depths of a hea
LustThe wicked taste of sultry sunshine, The spilling of dark blood over hot flesh, The malicious aroma of dulled promise, Kept bound too like the stars of old, Curling wood paint, iniquitous pine needles and Nondescript Glasgow streets, grey, In the luminary of faded illusions and dusky clouds,Lust
Shadow dancing in broken dreams
And sinuous, the reds of passion smear,
Oily greasepaint, on turgid pouting mouths, Such a delusion of grandeur, entwined upon Diminishing desires and tender feints, The ache of disbelief, disorientation,
The taste of saline disappointme
HomageScuffed faded maturity, like rich buttery leather, And grace softened figures of speech and simile Bespeak of little justice concerning fluidity of essence, With lithe whispers abounding, like rain in the hollows of gutters, Cold, malleable and comforting in the absence of belief and soHomage
The grey of the sky, columned and churned, too like The folds of heaven, heavy with silken warmth and latent promise Are belligerent truth in fabricated deceit, and falling, now, Like an arrow shower, whickering out of sight, gone, The sounds of dried breath in the dying lungs of lovers
Juggling Act
Adoration
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