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Those Night Drivers<\/strong><\/p>\n As they stride barefoot across the night Left at home with their generations\u2019 dream. Pantheon\u2019s lack of sagacity still scars: Life\u2019s as voluminous as warehouses\u2019 See them gargle, pant, sweat, and yet never quite expire – As the college drop-outs\u2019 fill the bum jobs – Their apartments coated in dust untouched by time They find their path in the nebulousness of day and night\u2019s summer and autumn As dust carts, baking trucks, Ice trucks crash among the horns and blurring The voices of Ezra still heard, although these ears may not know Pound Slipping to dreams cutting across the cosmos with their diamond smiles <\/strong><\/p>\n Jonathan Beale<\/strong> has 400 plus poems published in various journals such as: Danse Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, Mad Swirl, The Beatnik Cowboy and Dali\u2019s LoveChild.<\/em> He was commended in Decanto\u2019s and Caf\u00e9 writers Poetry Competitions 2012. His work has appeared in such books as Drowning<\/em> (Scar publications) and The Poet as Sociopath(<\/em>Scar publications). He is currently working on his second volume. His first collection of poetry\u00a0 The Destinations of Raxiera<\/em><\/a> is published by Hammer & Anvil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Those Night Drivers As they stride barefoot across the night With the dust of their lives between their toes. Left at home with their generations\u2019 dream. Their sweat drips across the world. Pantheon\u2019s lack of sagacity still scars: The day the night the earth and the sky. Life\u2019s as voluminous as warehouses\u2019 […]<\/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":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11731","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11731","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=11731"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11731\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11733,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11731\/revisions\/11733"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11731"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11731"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11731"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWith the dust of their lives between their toes.<\/p>\n
\nTheir sweat drips across the world.<\/p>\n
\nThe day the night the earth and the sky.<\/p>\n
\nand the depots\u2019 they live through the lungs of their existence.<\/p>\n
\nfor tomorrows labour for tomorrows tomorrow.<\/p>\n
\nDaytime squawking taxis drift into a barely audible echo in some back st\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\nThey look down on the street coming to life at night.<\/p>\n
\nCovered in heavy cotton like steel: woven with yesterday\u2019s sweat, nicotine, & cholesterol.<\/p>\n
\nLights.\u00a0 The lights start as their children dream of \u2026horses – cars – sporting glory.<\/p>\n
\nWhile the wise and laboured, now sleep in the light.<\/p>\n
\nYesterday\u2019s joke expires into the vacancy and need for labour.<\/p>\n