{"id":1230,"date":"2008-04-25T05:52:47","date_gmt":"2008-04-25T05:52:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1230"},"modified":"2008-04-25T05:52:47","modified_gmt":"2008-04-25T05:52:47","slug":"two-poems-by-richard-wink","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-poems-by-richard-wink\/","title":{"rendered":"Two poems by Richard Wink"},"content":{"rendered":"

There is an army of THEM<\/span>
 <\/span>

dipstick depravity<\/span>
crossed swords,<\/span>
intense dribbling<\/span>
over suicide girls<\/span>
 <\/span>
I'm wearing tight Lycra tonight<\/span>
swapping pillows<\/span>
with a model in drag<\/span>
 <\/span>
caricatured braggart<\/span>
deep coma python.<\/span>
Vomiting captivity<\/span>
from a stolen armchair<\/span>


~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/span>


Poor Henry<\/span>
 <\/span>

I asked Henry why he kept a picture of Audrey Tautou in his wallet<\/span>
he told me that every day he wanted a glimpse of a goddess<\/span>
Surprised with his sickly strong words I reasoned with him that he keeps a picture of a woman he is never likely to meet<\/span>
he told me the glorious guilt of distraction kept him on his feet<\/span>
 <\/span>
A jazzy tune floated from the corner jukebox<\/span>
taking away our conversation<\/span>
For a moment I was distracted by something beautiful<\/span>
gripped by glorious guilt<\/span>



\u2022 Richard Wink is a poet and raconteur from Norwich, UK. He writes, he sleeps and sometimes he gets lucky.<\/span>
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