Sitting here this lunchtime the song Coma White by Marlyin Manson sprang to mind and in particular the chorus "A pill to make you dumb. A pill to make you numb. A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world wont save her from herself."

From there I was reminded of a conversation involving the medical profession and how "procedure" is not conductive to the exploration of issues as and when they arrive but also the prescription of drugs. It is a fine line between mediciation masking and drug escapsim, nevertheless in both instances the issues always remain.

Snow

Cocaine palms dust
cast footprints to archaeologists books

Capsules cool ever growing crusts,
careless as numb fingers they glide

blind to the blood and holes
beneath their bludgeoned feet.

Amy Winehouse has been over the news in recent months and not for the best. A week or so ago I decided to listen to her music to see what songs she had done. I was a little surprised to find I enjoy most of the stuff she has done. More recently there was a documentary on her life and descent into drugs, which I watched since I was curious to know whether he background led her to where she now is.

To write is partly to observe, to understand and to express, to see no boundaries other than those you can't apply your mind beyond.