‘I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from Glasgow’
Pop. 612,040 (+1)
In this city
I once called home
I know I could never
Feel alone
Coming Home
It’s not
that I
love this
city
It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here
(Originally Posted 08.09.2019)
#25 The Conductor
I wrote this one
On a train
Making my way
Back home again
I remember she asked me
Why it was I cried
‘Because he’s dead’
I replied
The Removal Van
All
my dreams
are dead.
All that’s left
is this room
inside my head,
Where you
once lived.
I wish
you’d move
back in.
(Originally Posted 07.09.2019)
Random #235
“Oh but Glasgow gave me more
Than it ever took away
And prepared me for life on the road”
Tea For Two
At that café
Drinking tea
I wished you were there
Sitting opposite me
But I soon realised
Even though we’re apart
You’ll always be with me
Inside my heart
Xxx
Royal Exchange Square
I had to come back here,
How could I not?
Because it all started here,
On that night I’ve never forgot.
Xxx
(Originally Posted 03.07.2019)
Her Spiritual Home
She went to Glasgow
On Friday there
And was amazed at how much
She remembered
She intrinsically knew
She would live there again
Just as they had both intended
Head Over Heels
She
once
asked
Have
you
got a
light?
Then
never
went
home
After
that
night
(Originally Posted 24.04.2020)
Random #192
‘Toe to toe
Dancing very close
Barely breathing
Almost comatose’
Random #191
“The biggest musical influence on me was my mum. We were both enraptured by music.”
– Johnny Marr
Wow Part #2
In difference to the year before
I’d travelled down to Glasgow here
I met up with an old friend
To discuss another one over beer
What a difference a year can make
Along with some heavy anti-depressants
As you can see I was far happier
And had never felt more present
Old Faces
I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight
It
bought
a tear
to my
eye
It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with
And
watch
the
world
go by
(Originally Posted 30.03.2020)
G42 Revisited
Just a month or so ago
Sitting here alone
I took a notion to Google
That place we once called home
And there in the depths of YouTube
I found a stylish video tour
Filmed by an estate agent, apparently
As part of their brochure
I sobbed as I watched the camera
Pan from room to room
All of those happy memories
Now bathed in brokenhearted gloom
And yet I am so thankful
That such a thing does exist
As a peice of our history digitised
Is such a wonderful gift
G42
Was it really
The best of times?
Or was it just
The worst?
I’ve got nae idea, pal
Ma heid’s fuckin’ burst
(Originally Posted 03.02.2020)
Salt & Vinegar
When you asked
For a macaroni pie
I knew
That we’d get on
But when you ordered
A pizza crunch
I knew then
You were the one
Through Stained Glass Windows
It’s nice to know
That it’s still there
That flat with the ship
On the door
But to see inside
Broke my heart
As we don’t live there
Anymore
Xxx
Random #60
I wake up one morning
and I’ll look at the wind
and I’ll see a song and music
Though I’ll feel nothing
and hear no tune
I’ll look behind me
and see poetry
– Anon
An Honour
I’ve never met anyone else
Who could spin a tale like you
Who tied people in knots with laughter
Who turned the air so cheekily blue
You were a master of your trade
The likes of which there’ll only ever be one
I’ll never forget your stories
Even now you’re gone
You’ll always be my hero
And a treasure to many more
I hope one day we’ll meet again
My Glaswegian raconteur
Xxx
Head Over Heels
She
once
asked
Have
you
got a
light?
Then
she
never
went
home
again
After
that
night
Xxx
The Scene Of (Too) Many Crimes
They
say it’s
good to
be back
And
for once
this time
it is
Reliving
all of
those
memories
Really
is
such
bliss
Just
to be
sitting
here
tonight
Delighting
in who
I was
then
Makes
me so
glad I
got the
chance
To
come
back
here
again
The Bookshop (1)
I went
in there
just now
The one
I went into
with you
They were
playing
your song
on the radio
And because
you would
have smiled,
I smiled too
‘Always So Lost In The Dark…’
It’s 10.15 on a Friday night and excitement builds all around.
Saturday Waits as the promise of Spidermen and Caterpillars abound.
Like all those Japanese Babies who tumbled through the gate,
I Burn for tales of Cagey Tigers and Dogs who Shake.
And then I am reminded, as I Move To The Beat,
Why you Imaginary Boys always look so good enough to eat.
I’m So Glad I Came. That I finally made it to A Night Like This.
If only it could end with Just One (Strawberry) Kiss.
Alas, I am cast adrift to the Edge of the Deep Green Sea.
Wondering Why I Can’t Be You and not so Lost and Lonely.
The Cure
Bellahouston Park
Glasgow
16.08.2019
A Tale Of Two Cities
I don’t
want to
leave,But I
know I
can’t stay.I’ll be alone
wherever
I go,So really
I’m screwed
either way.
Glasgow
Everything has
changed
while everything
has stayed
the same
In this city
I once
so proudly
called
‘hame’
Blythswood Square
She remembers she is hungry. She shoves a hand inside the leg of her boot.
Nothing.
She finds herself in Blythswood Square. The shadowy figure approaches her, but she is not afraid. It’s the fourth one tonight.
‘Twenty quid with’ she replies, ‘Twenty five without’.
She leads him down the darkened alley. Still, she is not afraid. He won’t last. They never do.
She reaches for the tissues from her pocket and wipes between her legs. She drops them to the ground as she slides the twenty pound note down into her boot. She puts the fiver inside her bra.
She strides down to Queen Street Station and pays the fifty pence to use the loo. It feels good to wash the stains from her body.
She ambles back up towards Sauchiehall Street to her favourite take away. She eats two slices of pizza with extra jalapenos, hoping to burn the taste of the men from her throat.
She stands outside, smokes a cigarette, and wonders what to do. She trudges back towards Blythswood Square.
Just two more, she thinks. Two more and I can go home.
Driving Home from Campsie
When you drive down from the deep and darkened hills,
you can see the city lights shining.
You can feel them.
She draws you in with infectious breath.
She implores you to enter her.
You want to be with her.
You can't imagine a life without her.
Only in the deep and darkened hills...