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Stood Here Like A Lemmin\u2019<\/strong><\/p>\n Rain drops fall like they used to, each one a wet train To the wind; throw caution in its eye, Standing in piss pot rain for a ghost bus that haunts Or, outside the headmaster\u2019s room because you laughed-out-loud Now the rain has stopped, everything inside is dry \n \n \n Helen Harrison<\/strong> is a new Liverpool contemporary poet. She has had poems published in Lancaster University’s Flash Journal, Bare Fiction <\/em>and Prole Books.<\/em> She is currently studying for a PhD in Creative writing at Lancaster University. She lives in Southport with her husband and two children.<\/p>\n Stood Here Like A Lemmin\u2019 Rain drops fall like they used to, each one a wet train into an adolescent\u2019s bedroom. Waiting for it to stop, wanting it to start. Borrowed vynl and homemade compilation tapes, listening to The Wonderstuff, chosen by you. Songs to catcall together without tone or tune, like gigger […]<\/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-15424","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15424","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=15424"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15424\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15425,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15424\/revisions\/15425"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ninto an adolescent\u2019s bedroom.
\nWaiting for it to stop, wanting it to start.
\nBorrowed vynl and homemade compilation tapes,
\nlistening to The Wonderstuff, chosen by you.
\nSongs to catcall together without tone or tune,
\nlike gigger rabbits left out from a warm hearth.<\/p>\n
\nhedonism is teen rocket fuel.
\nDo you yearn for these times in dirt water skies?<\/p>\n
\nempty roads; the mind\u2019s apparition that doesn\u2019t show up.
\nScraping bus fare and nursing a pint like a midwife
\nas though incubated enough, lager will grow in the glass.
\nThe little money for a chip frying job,
\ncaught by the boss for reeking of last-night\u2019s-swiped ale,
\npyjamas and please-phone-in-sick-for-me crinkle voice days
\nfor twenty-four-hour parole whilst owing out a full month\u2019s wage.<\/p>\n
\nat the banana-moustached army recruiter who could never
\nreplace an estranged Scouse dad, we had Grolsch bottle tops
\non Doc Martens, singing Stan Ridgeway\u2019s Camouflage,
\nchanting; \u2018you ain\u2019t sending us to another jungle, no \u2018Nam, Sir.\u2019<\/p>\n
\nmotherhood has replaced you.
\nYou hope we can relive it again in Minehead,
\na lets-have-it-large 1990\u2019s Butlins weekend
\ndressed in grunge clothes. Dance mental
\nfrom kitchens and small children with mortgage arrears
\nsmuggled under good coats because it is us;
\nall fur coat and no knickers.<\/p>\n