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Talking to myself – at The Great Exhibition, Crystal Palace, London 185<\/strong>1<\/p>\n ‘ A barometer filled with leeches minted revolvers. Queen Victoria thoroughness he could have been hairy as an orang utan stood gazing cannon fire and bombardment as if and landed gentry. The boys and girls one day man would land on the moon. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Chris Johnson<\/strong> has had poems in Orbis, Other Poetry, The Journal, Seventh Quarry<\/em> etc<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Talking to myself – at The Great Exhibition, Crystal Palace, London 1851 ‘ A barometer filled with leeches in a bottle of water; fancy that’. I almost felt a bullet singe me from one of Samuel Colt’s newly minted revolvers. Queen Victoria looked eloquent in a green floral dress although Albert trailed […]<\/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-19666","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19666","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=19666"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19666\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19920,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19666\/revisions\/19920"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19666"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19666"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19666"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin a bottle of water; fancy that’.
\nI almost felt a bullet singe me
\nfrom one of Samuel Colt’s newly<\/p>\n
\nlooked eloquent in a green floral
\ndress although Albert trailed stiffly
\nbehind her as usual – such German<\/p>\n
\nlocked in a straitjacket. Seed drills
\nand spinning machines – whatever
\nwill they think of next ? T. H. Huxley,<\/p>\n
\nat a llama. Irritable men with beards –
\nI swear each could offer camouflage
\nto a nest of thrushes jostled me through<\/p>\n
\nThe battle of Waterloo had reoccurred.
\nThey feed paupers on bits of pastry,
\nleftovers from the aristocracy<\/p>\n
\ncircle like piranhas dumped in The Serpentine.
\nA woman wearing a bonnet drinking gin;
\nI heard her chuntering loudly about how<\/p>\n
\nTo contemplate a person could possess such
\na crazy idea. Her teeth were yellow. Pity
\nBedlam is already overflowing with the insane ‘.<\/p>\n