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Kelvingrove Memories
Stumbling across a hidden river
lost amongst lush greenery
where grass and stones collide
I feel my thoughts split open
the tacky pull of damp ground
the grand firmness of dry bark
and these muddy banks transporting me...
In my swirling senses
the immediate evaporates
I hear water rushing
rushing
rushing into the past
Where teenage bodies dive
and teenage bodies glide
where clen...
Sunday 12th April 2015 12:03 am
Old Flame
Though irretrievably
We had missed the boat
And in the meantime comfort
From many a consort
I did sought,
Still your substitute
I haven't got
From the lot
Fate's wind
On its sway has brought.
Yesterday's old flame
Has conveyed to me
The same!
Thursday 22nd January 2015 11:57 am
Exes
the night outside
grows colder
he is sitting
listening to the shadows
move from room
to room
there are edges
along the corners
of the narrowing room
where the yellow
light of the lamp
does not touch
he is tracing
his memory
along the curve
of her wrist
outside
the snow falls
in separate time
Tuesday 13th January 2015 6:26 pm
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