The Bank can be seen
The Clyde has made it wide
Below is the sea with colour of the moon
The hat and scarf is the colour of warmth
That’s there floating on the sea
The boat will flow to the end
It will carry the picture of dreams
The spaced out time will take you there
Under the bridge your thoughts will change
The Colour of the water will make you float
S West
Unfurled
By JV
The main artery
Whooshing all over the world
Life giving
Saltire unfurled
Ships for all
Coming out from the docks
Thousands of workers
Timed by clocks
Red and white cells
Fast and deep
Blue blood
History for all to keep
Lifeblood
For an empire
Dragon and cross
Now joined with saltire
Humble beginnings
From full time employment
Hard, hard graft
Hard, hard enjoyment
The prow of the ferry
Slices deep into the water
A paper thin edge
Cutting through liquid flesh
Sparks of light shatter
Around the edges
Like darting red minnows
Faint orange octopus tails
Moray eels donning
Navy blue tops
Scales dizzy with glamour
Flash yellow amber warning
Your, out, of, your, depth
At shoals of herring
Who took a wrong turn
Out in the Atlantic
And egging each other on
Swam tirelessly
Against the tide
Only to find themselves
Scattered, shaken, shards
On the banks of the Clyde
by SC
Psychedelic Clyde Bank
MUD SKIN
By JV
Ridges
Humps and Hollows
Rough and Sharp
Textured
Skeletal Remains
The Sight, Smell and Touch of the Seaside
See and Feel the Past
Backbones, Spine and Ribs
Shaped Greys
Fossilised Bones on Rocks and Sand
Winged Creature
Dried Up River Bed
Mud Skin
The picture you see has your through
Yes fell what you fell
And see what you see
Light and dark makes the shades
The face you see can have
Is where your past will rest
S West
The view below is our time
Leave the ground and flow through the air
Now we go slow the sound is heard
Below is the moon the place outside
The land with the black ‘n’ white
S West
A sycamore leaf
Preserved in stone
Petrified
A tortoise hides
Inside the shell
Embossed
A negative indent
On the surface
Stumbling
Over lunar landscape
Breathless wordless
Bright barren
A trench sinking
Beneath gangrenous feet
Craters
Where night retreats
With wounded men
SC
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The Day is here and my name is Jim
I can talk tougher than James Cagney
Do things and act smarter than Charile Chan
Have my love and can love longer than Valention
Makes me never be the outside man
Silver Cloud and have a silver tongue on a live screen
With my sweetest of the sweet
Meanest of the mean
S WEST
