Silver Lady

I was out late last night
I met a lady in a silver coat at the crossroads on the way home.

When I woke in the morning there was a squirrel in my bed.

Human Pace

Before dawn, before the mail arrived and my heart was broken

A container load of Lady Snails

Were washed to the shores in Wemyss Bay

Each varnished in an array of vibrant colours

Pinks, purples, oranges and sequin red

Their lashes fluttered in the spray

No, doubt giggles could be heard up on the Brae

Lounging on pebbles with a come what may

Playing cards, learning English

Saying "love you" to the old man walking his stray

They tenderly brushed, Drank tea in a peacock display

paddled in the rock pools, discussing a favourite lay

I followed their silver trail when night followed day

Up to Sauchiehall Street where the big boys play

Some time ago I wrote this short story about love, betrayal and money:


BALLS

She looked up from her empty purse

Oh Trevor
I still have faith in you
But this testicular cancer

Is it true?

A Quick Snipet

Ever swam for attention when the tide was out

Ever asked for quiet then wanted to shout

Ever said for sure then been racked with doubt

Ever said forever and then walked out