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I’ll tell you who I think about slow bare hours, when sleep slopes at the lame foot of it It is not the gold-toothed man not the voice on the phone not a blank-eyed Russian not the driver who slid No. It is the slender man, sallow all the things I could not do<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Daniel Bennett<\/strong> was born in Shropshire and lives and works in London. As well as appearing previously on Ink Sweat and Tears<\/em>, his poems have been published in numerous places, including Atrium, Eyeflash,<\/em> and Under The Radar<\/em>. His chapbook Arboreal Days<\/em> is published by Red Ceilings Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Education I’ll tell you who I think about in the late hours, the wee cold down hours, the spare slow bare hours, when sleep slopes laughing from the bed, when the crowd kicks at the lame foot of it and you welcome in all the faces of the midnight ghosts. It is not […]<\/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-16266","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16266","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=16266"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16266\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16267,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16266\/revisions\/16267"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16266"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16266"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nEducation<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nin the late hours, the wee
\ncold down hours, the spare<\/p>\n
\nlaughing from the bed,
\nwhen the crowd kicks<\/p>\n
\nand you welcome in all
\nthe faces of the midnight ghosts.<\/p>\n
\nfrom the Brixton night
\nout to scare my stoned trespasses<\/p>\n
\nin a foreign room
\nhissing some implacable need<\/p>\n
\nin a vile white trench coat
\nwho cleared a bar with a fake gun<\/p>\n
\nby me as I walked
\nblithely down the centre of a street.<\/p>\n
\nand genteel, who once
\ntook the time to explain<\/p>\n