{"id":1222,"date":"2008-04-17T07:16:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-17T07:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1222"},"modified":"2008-04-17T07:16:00","modified_gmt":"2008-04-17T07:16:00","slug":"all-in-black-by-john-irvine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/all-in-black-by-john-irvine\/","title":{"rendered":"All in black by John Irvine"},"content":{"rendered":"

All in black<\/span>


Slender as a reed<\/span>
all in black<\/span>
dark bobbed hair<\/span>
green eyes<\/span>
red lips<\/span>
perches sidesaddle<\/span>
on the crossbar<\/span>
of my bicycle<\/span>
she tinkles a laugh<\/span>
as my old legs crank<\/span>
the pedals<\/span>
\u201cI love you,\u201d<\/span>
I whisper seriously<\/span>
following her perfume<\/span>
and pressing my lips<\/span>
to her cheek<\/span>
\u201cYour not loving me<\/span>
would be inconceivable,\u201d<\/span>
she laughs<\/span>

I wobble<\/span>
and strike the curb<\/span>
tumbling us in an untidy heap<\/span>
onto the grass verge<\/span>
\u201cNow look what you<\/span>
made me do,\u201d<\/span>
I laugh back.<\/span>

I can still taste <\/span>
her skin<\/span>
on my lips<\/span>
when I awake.<\/span>


\u2022 <\/span><\/font><\/span>John
\nIrvine writes… “John Irvine is an Old Aged Pensioner in New Zealand
\nwith delusions of immortal failure and a cynical view of life. He has a
\nmole under his left arm, and a wife who hates pizza and tripe. He hopes
\nto die painlessly one day without warning, and with a minimum of
\nleakage.”<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

All in blackSlender as a reedall in blackdark bobbed hairgreen eyesred lipsperches sidesaddleon the crossbarof my bicycleshe tinkles a laughas my old legs crankthe pedals\u201cI love you,\u201dI whisper seriouslyfollowing her perfumeand pressing my lipsto her cheek\u201cYour not loving mewould be inconceivable,\u201dshe laughsI wobbleand strike the curbtumbling us in an untidy heaponto the grass verge\u201cNow look […]<\/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-1222","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1222","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=1222"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1222\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1222"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1222"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1222"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}