{"id":15878,"date":"2018-03-23T09:00:51","date_gmt":"2018-03-23T09:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=15878"},"modified":"2018-02-22T16:17:36","modified_gmt":"2018-02-22T16:17:36","slug":"matt-bayliss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/matt-bayliss\/","title":{"rendered":"Matt Bayliss"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>chopped liver &amp; love notes.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>he stood inside the garage for most of September.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the mooring ropes had been cut loose<\/p>\n<p>and it was all being scraped out of him<\/p>\n<p>like lobster meat from a shell.<\/p>\n<p>hours would go by,<\/p>\n<p>things would be moved from place to place.<\/p>\n<p>he might sit in the car<\/p>\n<p>or hang his tools on the wall.<\/p>\n<p>staring is an involuntary place to live.<\/p>\n<p>entire worlds can be created and crushed in minutes.<\/p>\n<p>he wondered whether he\u2019d been staring for most of his life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>he packed up and headed south on the morning of the 12th.<\/p>\n<p>kissed them all goodbye while she sat in the bedroom.<\/p>\n<p>the ceilings started to drip and the carpet started to burn.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>in the bathtubs of all his mornings,<\/p>\n<p>grow lily pads that bed crowns.<\/p>\n<p>there are no more flowers left pick<\/p>\n<p>no more notes left to write.<\/p>\n<p>no more gates to jump.<\/p>\n<p>just chopped liver,<\/p>\n<p>chopped liver and sundown.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Matt Bayliss<\/strong> is 31.\u00a0Grown in Cornwall, lives in London. \u00a0Is better at poems than bios.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; chopped liver &amp; love notes. &nbsp; he stood inside the garage for most of September. &nbsp; the mooring ropes had been cut loose and it was all being scraped out of him like lobster meat from a shell. hours would go by, things would be moved from place to place. he might [&hellip;]<\/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-15878","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15878","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=15878"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15878\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16125,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15878\/revisions\/16125"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15878"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15878"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15878"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}