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midnight poem<\/strong><\/p>\n his blood was black he had enough of the dark within him to be he had enough of the dark within him to be a terrible laughter rattled from his lungs his blood ran black\u00a0\u00a0 he had enough of the dark <\/p>\n <\/p>\n After a lifetime of denial Nick Allen<\/strong> is finally willing to admit his poetry habit in public, mainly in the dark back rooms of public houses. He gets most of his sustenance from double espressos and malt whisky. He believes in global worker solidarity because “there is a class war going on and our side is winning\u201d to quote billionaire Warren Buffet.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" midnight poem his blood was black he climbed to the highest branches that would hold him in the end of the world start of the world \u00a0\u00a0corvid tree featherless\u00a0\u00a0 plucked and clean he lay before the no star sky \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0in the unmoon night he opened his veins letting all that is black […]<\/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-13424","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13424","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=13424"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13424\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13425,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13424\/revisions\/13425"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhe climbed to the highest branches
\nthat would hold him
\nin the end of the world start of the
\nworld \u00a0\u00a0corvid tree
\nfeatherless\u00a0\u00a0 plucked and clean
\nhe lay before the
\nno star sky \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0in the unmoon night
\nhe opened his veins
\nletting all that is black invade him
\nuntil he was full
\nthere was no more light \u00a0\u00a0waiting
\non opium dawn
\nthere was no more light\u00a0\u00a0 and
\nlove was done<\/p>\n
\nthe man that she wanted
\nhe had enough of the dark within him to be
\nthe man that she wanted<\/p>\n
\nthe man that she wanted<\/p>\n
\nlike a death bell<\/p>\n
\nwithin him to be\u00a0\u00a0 the man that she wanted him to be<\/p>\n