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My stories
In Edinburgh
And there's a pink moon hanging over Waverley. Hide and seeking with a Scotched egg mist. The king of the castle has tumbled down, while dancing the Lothian twist.
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On George Street
Earlier, and now. Inside, then outside, of this Edinburgh festival. In the steaming rain. You are my sunshine. The only sunshine. I’ll tell you this. Again and again.
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Latitude
I think of us fading. In that old house. Sometimes, listening to music, through silence. Van Morrison for me. A Prince for you. Tea, cigarettes. The occasional flicker.
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Inside
With you inside. This bed. Undressed. And the radio humming. We fit each other, as if new socks. Tight and taut. Our eyes then take a trip, coaxed by feel. We are nothing, but
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Of Bad Bone and Picture Book: Darwin 1999
Regretful, sad, heavy. A big stone in a pocket, that I want to throw in a river. But cannot, because its something more than memory. It was a black man in the white sun. Who was,
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