trappz

& the bartender said, "aye."

How affy tender it was they laid me that lie,

i was leaving the pub

a man cried out

"But I didn't have the chance to insult yous yet!"

Pelters on a melter leve.

Just seen a guy nod at a pigeon.

Once upon a maybe (there was a)

Scottish porn star called McTugs

Love is a flower of blood.

(hands in the air for) The Pelter Skelter

Spagnum & Hot Bracken.

Blame Big Business. People the power be You.

Up North

The castle of the Duke of Sutherland is called DunRobin.

But he isnae.

Pish n Chips

Sea thrift & sunlight.

When where we are now.

Most people move.

Nun of the above.

My inbox is a sewer

Spam sender Amber Salmon

Death Row Chefs

The Last Eunach of Cirencester.

Scrandabidosie &

Fricklediddleddick.

Flacid Cacti.

Imagine

when I grow up

I want to be a part

time sliproad

On arran: daddy

is lego spelled like merlot.

DJ Morgage.

Scalding Pish.

WINCH, KINK HASH, UP THE WORKERS

Vanity is grasping for the wind.

The UK: by cunts 4 cunts.

To cut a long story short,

which is all stories

Annette Curtains was on her way to the shops as if for Ascot. A bag for life, her daily drooper, troopin along with her. Hector Brocklebank & Ginty Bell were scratching outside the bookies. & Who's this buying clothes for their dog from & shop that wasn't there yesterday?

Who were the people with spanking athleisurewear primming perimeter jogs on the daily as shiny as tubes of toothpaste? How were they so clean?

Overhead an emissary of God dove at sheer pitch into a bosom of leaves.

Some of the rain skittered like there was ice in it. If the river flooded and the pavements levitated I’d swim like a zero gravity scene between doubts, hunchbacked bottles, rodents of both domesticated and undomesticated variety. I'd do backstroke along brown waters. The seasons were not to be trusted. Tarmac was something I could believe in. I saw the river coiling. I saw it bunch up and rare up like a snake. Rise a hundred metres tall. Strike. I saw the tower blocks of Anderston scatter like mice before it.

I wonder where Glasgow began. By this river? Above it? In this river? Show me the place the fish crawled out. I’ll show you them all over town, clad in suits, J20s and long vodkas, wearing cassocks and commemorations, hi-vis and haute couture.

This is the bell that’s always rang, clanged till the birds had nightmares. Clanged till the deer fled this green place. 

If you live beside water it can calm you. 

If you live above water you go mad. 

No, no

the day

I'm away

& some welcome storms

round mundane disasters.

One gormless stane a testament,

to some alphabet.

Meanwhile, a bet on any horse

how is it to hope?

Project.

A past made of tragedy & nostalgia

Muck every fan grate. A gun.

Once was where upon a

He had a recurring dream in which he flew

to different places. But the way in which he gained flight

was always the same.

To be somebody's prevailing

Even in inclement.

Imagine, someone you can approach for forgiveness.

it is the way sea & sky

work off each other constantly

like people meeting on the Gallowgate.

Places where I have pressed

my face, an anthology:

Moss.

When the wind screams, I howl

When the sea surges, I dive

When the sun holds, I beam

He leaned into the gale,

would tilt, raising his arms

and it would take him

a pair of feet you could've

scraped your face on

and come

"Twenty three seventy four please," she says.

His wallet shakes as he finds the note. He digs at change. She's sighed, he can tell, behind that mask. He's trying to shed weight, but she won't laugh at that and he probably had stared at her too much before and now his eyes burn the perspex screen. He could've asked for tips about the hair dye, but he knows his luck today. He doesn't look up passing cafe on the way out to see who's on.

Outside big Asda a grey dog's tied up whining, shivering like it'll pop. He claps the dog. It's smooth as a hairdressers couch, warm like a toaster. Whimpering stops soon as his hand's on it but it's shivering still. He'd go in for biscuits but the owner would be out before he was, then those biscuits would sit in his flat before the seagulls would get them in an airbourne communion. He remembered the seagull run over when someone was chucking crusts on the road.

I seen a skein of geese

over the highstreet, 

Here. You ever seen

a skein? Shaping

sky, a ribbon returning

round a wild world. 

Two thousand miles in sixty

hours some of them.

Uplift from Svalbard to

where it won’t freeze 

come September.

Families pass paths

familiar, wing a changing order,

usher one another over,

and over alongside,

each other over

and over make metronome of seasons

arrive saltmarsh. Solway. 

(2)

When hedgreows heaped with crimson cascade

Where the firth flats slap tides unfrozen

Sanctuary is an expanse

Going home

Sanctuary is a cycle

Coming home. 

At the midsteeple

Frayed families push

on from fraught

transits, feed

and preen. Shifts on,

security, split shifts, His

flights of fancy. Their

gabbling. 

Families pass patterways 

familiar. Their eyes fire 

and faces wind. 

Scarred folk speak urgent

and low to auldyins

necks cupped, hands craned, 

wave towards islands,

sea. Auldyins aye 

younguns. Caw taxis to 

get the lady on the bench

safe home.

(3)

We are one. 

packed actions affect our many.

Come wild, and remember

this life is an inheritance

its interest our experience.

Alongside one another

another, one another, 

spread on our journeys

Our skien drifts its contour

along history as we call harsh 

and exciting over 

and over announcing

our places as we 

return round this wild

Age