Wild creatures roam in Shewington above the ruins of Fatlips.
More quiet creatures contemplate the meaning of life by the window.
They may yawn or roar but always in thought.
Ghostly apparitions trail about.
Being all spooky like they are.
At least they put on a good light show.
Water comes in many shades of lie.
Deep and saturated.
Bold and mythical.
Bright and tropical
And drastically overdone.
Then there's the closest lick to truth, almost there.
And further off.
Lights may glow in Edinburgh towndom
It doesn't change the fact that Van Gogh's last paintings were of views from a car window.
He just loved those cars Van Gogh.
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