{"id":1056,"date":"2007-09-04T13:05:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-04T13:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1056"},"modified":"2007-09-04T13:05:00","modified_gmt":"2007-09-04T13:05:00","slug":"words-that-bleed-by-a-d-winans","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/words-that-bleed-by-a-d-winans\/","title":{"rendered":"Words that bleed by A.D.Winans"},"content":{"rendered":"

Words that bleed<\/span>

She was the knife in the<\/span>
hands of Jack the Ripper<\/span>
in a heavy fog bank<\/span>
in a back alley<\/span>
in old London Town<\/span>
slicing dicing her way through the<\/span>
canvas of my heart<\/span>

She was the pearl-handled revolver<\/span>
in the hands of Dillinger<\/span>
that begged to be fired<\/span>
but never got the chance the<\/span>
night he was gunned down<\/span>
in a hail of bullets<\/span>

She was a keg of gunpowder<\/span>
waiting to be ignited<\/span>
Betrayed by a wet fuse the<\/span>
night I awoke naked and vulnerable<\/span>
Feeling like a voyeur walking in<\/span>
on two strangers making love<\/span>

My thoughts a mosaic tattoo<\/span>
on public display<\/span>
These wounded words that drip blood<\/span>
Lying still as a beached shipwreck<\/span>
in the bone-yard of a stranger's dreams<\/span>


\u2022 A.D. Winans is a regular contributor to IS&T. <\/span><\/font>He is
\na San Francisco-based writer and poet who became involved in the West
\nCoast Beat scene in 1958. One of his friends, the late Charles
\nBukowski, said of him “A.D. Winans can go ten rounds with the best of
\nthem”.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Words that bleedShe was the knife in thehands of Jack the Ripperin a heavy fog bankin a back alleyin old London Townslicing dicing her way through thecanvas of my heartShe was the pearl-handled revolverin the hands of Dillingerthat begged to be firedbut never got the chance thenight he was gunned downin a hail of bulletsShe […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1056","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1056","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1056"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1056\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1056"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1056"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1056"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}