Wakent bi Moonlicht

I saa the Tay Brig streetch

wi naethin but hills ayont
an the stobs o the brig afore
like rottet wallies in the draig.

Syne the meen

Beats

Yeah,

and the beats, man,
the groove was good.

belated birthday

birthday
birth date
birth 

of a legendary
son-of-a-gun

mask

      the mask slips
   (as I breathe out)
      the world slides
   (as I breathe in)