A short poem unpublished in anthologies.
In Anstruther
The Bankwell Road hill took
Our converted (turbo-fuel injected)
Fish boxes-wheeled and extended.
In the Arizona heat…
Seemingly I had nearly done the
Ultimate fatal wheelie
Hurtling in released pram into
The Grand Canyon.
I lived and now no Gran
To save me with
Skills honed in the Glasgow sausage factory.
