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On a bus to LA<\/strong><\/p>\n Our pulse quickens, we get ever closer, are sucked through sunrays into LAX Vehicles trying to leave the city Logo to logo, urgent to leave to get to A stain is spreading forever outwards.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Martin Johns<\/strong> lives in Northamptonshire. His work has appeared in The Rialto <\/em>and Acumen<\/em>.\u00a0His poem \u2018Consignment\u2019 is included in the anthology Over Land, Over Sea: poems for those seeking refuge<\/em>.\u00a0 Martin holds a Masters Degree in Creative Writing from MMU.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On a bus to LA Our pulse quickens, we get ever closer, as if by a conjurer\u2019s hand, lanes multiply. Cars, RVs, trucks with mirror-silvered cabs power on past. In the distance planes are sucked through sunrays into LAX others spat out into the fouled air. The city is seeping into the […]<\/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-12586","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12586","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=12586"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12586\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12587,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12586\/revisions\/12587"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12586"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12586"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12586"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas if by a conjurer\u2019s hand, lanes multiply.
\nCars, RVs, trucks with mirror-silvered cabs
\npower on past. In the distance planes<\/p>\n
\nothers spat out into the fouled air.
\nThe city is seeping into the landscape
\na stain is spreading forever outwards.<\/p>\n
\nare held up by blue flashing lights,
\nfrom all directions hot steel and rubber
\nstop, jamming every stilted highway.<\/p>\n
\nwherever, whatever. Now whenever.
\nWe continue on in, going towards what?<\/p>\n