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Father<\/strong> In the beginning, you laughed at everything. of milk and cats, you pissed in arcs dug holes, swam like a starfish, climbed spoke to Diana the moon at night, Much later, in the golden age of cigarettes, in a Welsh church, pissed money up walls And I watch you now as you shave in the mirror the floorboards to settle in with the dead tell you I’m lost without you. Dad, look here,<\/em> <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Father The child is the father of the man’– William Wordsworth In the beginning, you laughed at everything. You rubbed your heels together to make blood soak the blankets in the cot.\u00a0 Dreaming of milk and cats, you pissed in arcs and woke up, wet. Then, you held buttercups under chins, killed wasps, dug […]<\/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-13418","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13418","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=13418"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13418\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13831,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13418\/revisions\/13831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13418"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13418"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13418"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe child is the father of the man’<\/em>– William Wordsworth<\/p>\n
\nYou rubbed your heels together to make blood
\nsoak the blankets in the cot.\u00a0 Dreaming<\/p>\n
\nand woke up, wet. Then, you held
\nbuttercups under chins, killed wasps,<\/p>\n
\napple trees. Soon, you grew up fast and thin,
\nfought in meadows, told black and white lies,<\/p>\n
\nlost teeth, kicked balls against the pricks
\nand told the Speaking Clock to go fuck itself.<\/p>\n
\nyou smiled at the girls with Pepsi-blue eyes
\nin the Coke-black dark, smirked at Christ<\/p>\n
\nand watched it fall. You left me with little to show
\nfor those years of front and fireworks.<\/p>\n
\nfor no-one, wondering what you did with all that
\nincandescent energy.\u00a0 You let it seep out through<\/p>\n
\nskin, tears, clippings and stardust.
\nI want to grab your shoulder, then<\/p>\n
\nI say; I want you back, I don’t know what to do<\/em>
\nsince there’s nothing left to laugh at anymore.<\/em><\/p>\n