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Vernon Square They\u2019ve posed themselves in favoured spots One stammers helplessly in sleep All in their different ways engaged <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ian Heffernan<\/strong>\u00a0was born in 1965 and grew up just outside London, where\u00a0he still lives. He studied at UCL and SOAS.\u00a0He works with the homeless.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Vernon Square They\u2019ve posed themselves in favoured spots Around this dour, abortive square That sits beside the King\u2019s Cross Road: An innocence of London drunks. One stammers helplessly in sleep Then coughs and gurks; one makes to sing, His voice a sort of half-formed fart; A third stares out a traffic […]<\/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-15439","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15439","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=15439"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15439\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15441,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15439\/revisions\/15441"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15439"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15439"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15439"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nAround this dour, abortive square
\nThat sits beside the King\u2019s Cross Road:
\nAn innocence of London drunks.<\/p>\n
\nThen coughs and gurks; one makes to sing,
\nHis voice a sort of half-formed fart;
\nA third stares out a traffic sign.<\/p>\n
\nIn gently teasing nothingness.
\nThe early sunlight holds them now;
\nAs morning thickens they\u2019ll move on.<\/p>\n