More found poems

Attempted to go into work. Failed. Left and slept until evening when I had promised to accompany my friend rach to see Simon felice play. Hot miso soup, lemsip and little whisky got me through. Glad I went. Good gig and I realised that I'd seen him do poetry a few years back.

Speaking of which here us another in the series of poems I've spotted plastered to walls around Edinburgh. This one in a close off Cockburn st. (pronounced co-burn, honest)

Will add links to the other blips and some Simone felice later. Shattered. Off to bed. My birthday tomorrow and some of the family are coming through. Will attempt to sleep the flu away. Thank you for the lovely comments, am paying heed...