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Dummies<\/strong><\/p>\n We ride the escalators in pairs We dare not speak, nor touch, The hum of neon guides us <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Jane Salmons<\/strong> is a teacher living in the Black Country.\u00a0 She is currently studying for an MA in Creative Writing and has previously been published in Snakeskin, I am not a Silent Poet <\/em>and Creative Ink<\/em>.\u00a0 She also spends her precious free time creating handmade photomontage collages.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dummies We ride the escalators in pairs upwards past the plastic palms, the static rapids. Our flawless skin shines blue in the half-light, the smell of palma violets hangs in the air. We dare not speak, nor touch, for fear of waking the blinking eye while above us, through the criss-cross roof of […]<\/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":[137,7,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry","category-word-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15641","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=15641"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15641\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15647,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15641\/revisions\/15647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nupwards past the plastic palms,
\nthe static rapids. Our flawless skin
\nshines blue in the half-light, the smell
\nof palma violets hangs in the air.<\/p>\n
\nfor fear of waking the blinking eye
\nwhile above us, through the criss-cross roof
\nof steel and glass, the planets glow.
\nWe do not know their names,
\nor if we do, forgot them long ago.<\/p>\n
\nto our gods \u2013 Gucci, Prada,
\nMichael Kors.\u00a0 Consumption courses
\nthrough our veins driving us higher
\nto our great design.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n