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Never Lost Control<\/strong><\/p>\n I saw one on the street once, not made up, Another I saw strolling the King\u2019s Road <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Nick Cooke<\/strong> has had around fifty poems published, in a range of print outlets, as well as the anthologies Poems For a Liminal Age<\/em> and To Kingdom Come<\/em>. His poem Tanis<\/em> won the Wax Poetry and Art contest (April 2016).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Never Lost Control I saw one on the street once, not made up, as she came out of a small grocery store with a plastic bag containing green tea. She barrelled straight through me, point blank, though we weren\u2019t a hundred yards from the usual place. Another I saw strolling the King\u2019s […]<\/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-14519","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14519","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=14519"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14519\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14968,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14519\/revisions\/14968"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14519"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14519"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14519"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas she came out of a small grocery store
\nwith a plastic bag containing green tea.
\nShe barrelled straight through me, point blank, though we
\nweren\u2019t a hundred yards from the usual place.<\/p>\n
\nbetween the barracks and Chelsea Town Hall,
\nin a fur coat long after they were hip,
\na crimson layer on her bowed top lip
\nand a boundless stare at the heart of things.<\/p>\n