A sliver of silver

in a late aefterneen licht

comin’ back fae Aberdeen’s bustlin’ Centre:

anythin’ far fae a’richt.

 

Am I a man first,

or am I a Star?

London’s far gone

though it’s nae gaun far…

 

but it’s aye nice to see

the silvery Dee

flaw to a braw evenin’ glaw

roon to the richt

 

wi’ a salver’s flash bricht

 

that’ll aye mak me sorry tae g’wa’.

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[Edinburgh.]

Weasel Scot

Getting the bus to Leith one day,I overhear two young women talking,one telling her friend about the man she met the day before,presumably a landlord,warning her if she woke him up her life would end:I would say to that young lady,who seemed charming,that that sounds like weasel words if ever I heard them,though still thoroughly unpleasant~I’m shocked to hear it,but it gets me going;I’ve heard of similar incidents before,very cool threats of violence,hot air no doubt though calculated and chilling to boot.

To Be Honest

I was pretty appalled by the sickening ease with which she was threatened:no-one should have to put up with this,certainly not a woman;I could tell she was telling it how it was, probably a non-chalant reaction on her part to him because at some level she has to accept this:need somewhere to stay,and the landlord’s a dick;Council’s OK,but some private landlords are notorious,and I assume that’s who he is:and they were nice,I thought, as I glimpse them surreptitiously from my eye.

Always stick up for you,girls.

Twit Twoo.

The Joy Of Tenements.

shepherdgregory

One night I’m just going to bed,everything quiet as usual,when I suddenly hear noises from upstairs:a party,starting now…

I go to bed anyway then wonder why I bothered:people begin to arrive,noisily climbing the stairs,and no sooner do some go up than others come down,stumbling and hollering,three floors,to another all-nighter by the sound of things;it’s to-and-fro 2am till 6 in a stone/metal lobby:I could only slumber with it all going on behind me,causing me to have dreams involving ne’er-do-wells and misfits in London,where I’d moved back to,and loads of unpleasant bunkum like being accosted on the street,Mafia shoot-outs,people with no eyes or teeth,screaming arguments,a young mixed-race woman climbing in my half-open window anytime she wants to rip up bedding(no idea either)and talking gibberish after I move in somewhere,handed a set of keys by other ‘tenants’,and on,and on…

four hours later I’m absolutely shattered looking at my jeans,trying not to go out there.

It finally ends…

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One night I’m just going to bed,everything quiet as usual,when I suddenly hear noises from upstairs:a party,starting now…

I go to bed anyway then wonder why I bothered:people begin to arrive,noisily climbing the stairs,and no sooner do some go up than others come down,stumbling and hollering,three floors,to another all-nighter by the sound of things;it’s to-and-fro 2am till 6 in a stone/metal lobby:I could only slumber with it all going on behind me,causing me to have dreams involving ne’er-do-wells and misfits in London,where I’d moved back to,and loads of unpleasant bunkum like being accosted on the street,Mafia shoot-outs,people with no eyes or teeth,screaming arguments,a young mixed-race woman climbing in my half-open window anytime she wants to rip up bedding(no idea either)and talking gibberish after I move in somewhere,handed a set of keys by other ‘tenants’,and on,and on…

four hours later I’m absolutely shattered looking at my jeans,trying not to go out there.

It finally ends 6:40am with a young woman clattering down in her heels talking way too loud on her phone(who takes calls that early on a Sunday morning?),then manage to sleep till eleven,but am dog-tired and pissed off all day,and,two hours later,listening to someone else and their claptrap[Two Of Them]preceded by me thinking I’d best sit down else I fall down.

So now Red Rum’s finished going up and down the stairs all night we begin another week, and I hope I never have another night like it,indelibly left with memories of being sleepless,

an eyeless and toothless man.

 

 

shepherdgregory

Be the ghost of the facade,

the good and the bad

the ugly and the sad

with the certainty of suffering

in our empty rooms

in white

 

all night… 

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