i seemed to have a big thing for m-dashes in the poem’s early days. this line is super literal. i was walking with a few friends on a trail near kelburn castle and came to a point blocked by great big tree. so we got our shoes all muddy and carried on our way. a fun day enjoyed by all. i went to john lewis to look at mattresses later that day, then watched sport on tv. one of the all time great days.

this is more bike poetry. i remember cycling weakly towards a busy a-road with a parallel path. stopped before the mini-roundabout at the motorway ramp. feasted on sugar and hula hoops. relieved myself in an abondoned doorway. and then on with my journey.

cycling is full of funny little phrases. bonking in cycling is what runners call ‘hitting the wall’. when the legs hollow out into fragile glass pins. it all sounds sort of sexual. i invite you to remember that this is a subculture of lubed up, hairless, dopers dressed in spandex