Sunday, 1 March 2015

Free Codine

wrote this in a flurry of similar activity on Thursday evening...

The Jagged Edge – or – this is what White Line Fever is about, if not cocaine

Ride the wind
Or the rails
Or whatever

There’s some strange sort of
Or tension
Or something

From sailing close
To the jagged edge
When you sail too close

And the jagged edge
looms out
from the murk of fiction
and reminds you
of your own, crashing

and if you survive
well enough to lick your wounds;
to taste the burn
and the dirt
of the jagged edge

you’ll smile
a strange sideways smile
knowing you can never go back

and if you don’t
then you’re already there

the jagged edge don’t care
and with any luck
will get you in the end

better than a care home
and spiraling debt
and someone else
who doesn’t want to be there
wiping your arse
and stealing your watch


then this happened mid-dayish Friday

thank fuck for the NHS & free Codine! 12 hours in A&E, 5 x-rays, a bit of concussion and a sore neck and not one thing broken...bloody poetic premonitions!
So it goes.


  1. kin hell - hope you alright dude!

    chose a good car to smash into - i think it would make me want to smash into it too!

  2. Oh heck, so long as you are OK the bike will mend..

  3. cheers fellas! yeah, I'm laughing, ta...literally...its really good to have me legs! aye, the bikes on' t mend...well wheels are in motion at least...not the bike wheels, they're get me gist! see ya both soonish I hope...spring is springing and there's bloody riding to be had!