drinking song


Eyes unfocus on familiarity,
where voices slur like passing trains,
here simple words are apt to stray
and John Barleycorn still reigns. Continue reading “drinking song”


referendum blues

Through kirkyaird shadows something crawls
and fae its vaccuum, “freedom” calls
although its darkening voice builds walls
roond liberty;
man darenae think here for himself
his benmaist braith rots on a shelf,
totalitarian, by stealth,
the new decree.

That intellect to myth falls prey Continue reading “referendum blues”