Toxic fumes of betrayal demanded
Danny’s attention.
Aggie’s look withered
his euphoria to silence.
She rose from her plastic
chair an avenging Valkyrie,
Cut across the dance floor,
Tore Fleetwood off Fiona,
spoke briefly.
Fiona followed her out.
Danny ran after, a forgotten
puppy.
In the cold Highland night,
Under the sharp stabbing
starlight,
With the air of a Furry,
Aggie forced a little cab
to stop.
She entered. Fiona
followed.
She fell weeping into Fiona’s
arms.
The cab sped up the highroad with his dreams to Dunoon.
He stared after them deaf
and dumb,
Bathed in the effluence of
rotting fish and fuel oil
Emanating from the Clyde.
He went back in the club.
With the determination of
a somnolent,
He drank himself stupid.
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