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\u2026and the heart a broken bell<\/strong><\/p>\n says she\u2019s tired of being dead and late august sunlight after lick the tears from her cheeks and what the space between us sounds <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n john sweet<\/strong>, b. 1968, a believer in sunlight and surrealism.\u00a0 opposed to plutocracies posing as democracies and most social media.\u00a0 most recent collection is The Century of Dreading Monsters<\/em> (Lummox Press).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u2026and the heart a broken bell says she\u2019s tired of being dead and what the hell am i supposed to do? can\u2019t have power without money can\u2019t have god without the devil late august sunlight after four days of rain and i kiss her feet when she asks i kiss her breasts […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10275","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10275","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10275"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10275\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23828,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10275\/revisions\/23828"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10275"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10275"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10275"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwhat the hell am i supposed to do?
\ncan\u2019t have power without money
\ncan\u2019t have god without the devil<\/p>\n
\nfour days of rain and i kiss her
\nfeet when she asks
\ni kiss her breasts<\/p>\n
\nwait for the moment to pass and
\nwhat we are is finished
\nbut not quite yet<\/p>\n
\nlike is an unspoken apology
\nno one wants to talk about the
\nfuture when it never amounts to
\nanything more than children
\nsleeping in a house on fire<\/p>\n