"This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air. - W. B. Yeats

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Edinburgh II

Ghosts are throwing
an all-night
vodka-shot
disco
RAGER

in Old Town tonight.

We walked through the haunted
Scotland
city
night
recounting torture-treason-plot-and-plague--

it was quite cheesy and fun
until the candles went out
underground
in the shuffling, shifting
airthick caverns,

where we thought at any moment
a man
with a mask
might jump out
and shout--
and this was the most frightening thought
of all.

So we skid over stones
through the raging
town of ghosts
and drunk girls with short skirts and great legs

And shut the door tight
against the backbeat screams outside the window
and the German girls next door
will not
shut the fuck up.

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