Into the Edinburgh art world we break,
meekly.
For this is the age of the meek.
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Titillating in the foxglove sherry room
lame and not breasted
I've been robbed but
it felt like luck

My aspiration to drive 
1960's Ferrari's
in San Tropez
from selling GBH,
old pencils and books.


Desert-gold chinos and champagne
Self portraits with cigarette,
the mantlepiece, made of Ginger nut