Chew the Camber

Chew the camber, spit it oot!
This road chews men
and skytes them aboot lik' crumbs.

Fae road thru wheels and thumbs tae brain,
My wee microns pullin, taught, mak this journey hame
but one, in a series o' many.
Far fae the end o ony graph or line!

Sae true, I'm feart, but only o' losin Time,
in diesel, ferroda, salt and muck;
miss crisp fresh nestings and loose 'V's o ducks!
Here, tae a corner,
or a streering wheel,
or a truck.


Cor, 12th Feb 1999