Beyond The Fringe
We had gone beyond the fringe
stopping in Kirkcaldy, a B&B on Bennochy Road
The North Sea looked furious,
The Landlady dusted the crucifix at breakfast.
I bought a book of Scottish Poets and a bottle of Glenfiddich,
We went to the rocky edge while you stayed in.
Sober found me lying on the dining table under Jesus,
you had abandoned Calvary and were renouncing our faith.
Somewhere in York I dropped our promises into a drain,
drank another bottle or two and got back on the train.