get out of the city, they said, it’s the last day of summer

the pierced beef monster prances like a panzer

leaving me stranded in my body with my pain 

spent like a torn fiver on rest and be thankful again

i feed the birds i make them sing

good souls do forgive everything 

me and n. g. were gonna cycle round arran. but the ferry was broken so we needed a new plan last minute. decided to go to kilcreggan but missed that ferry. so went to dunoon instead. cycled uphill for ages. then descended into a field and got chased by a bull. huge thing with a nose ring and a mohawk. luckily we escaped and went on to have a successful bike ride off roading around argyle and i hardly cursed and swore and despaired at all.