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Easy<\/strong><\/p>\n This bed is gentle, soft, rocking. I am in utero. I lay upon the white ship, The bed is tied to my hair, it is knotted in a conch shell, It is quite easy being depressed. It is quite easy.<\/p>\n I see the cats on the lawn all depressed. I want it to rain, rain, rain. I ache for it to rain. Through the dark I rub at the wool that is taped to my wit.<\/p>\n Now the waves speak of skies without its sunlight, my disappearing youth, This is easier than running or bending knackered joints, greater than pleasing It is easy to fall against the sea and be carried.<\/p>\n This dark mountain range under a bitch moon, sleeping now as babies, They say nothing matters, nothing at all.<\/p>\n Either that or everything does.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mark G Pennington<\/strong> lives and writes in Kendal, Cumbria. His first poetry collection\u00a0Barren Stories for Moonlit Mannequins\u00a0<\/i>was published by Dempsey and Windle in 2018. His second collection\u00a0That summer they broke the Birds\u00a0<\/i>came out in 2019.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Easy This bed is gentle, soft, rocking. I am in utero. I lay upon the white ship, the sheets lap at my beard, easy living in the morning, easy in the afternoon. The bed is tied to my hair, it is knotted in a conch shell, it tethers me and licks my […]<\/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-20295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20295","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=20295"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20415,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20295\/revisions\/20415"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthe sheets lap at my beard, easy living in the morning,
\neasy in the afternoon.<\/p>\n
\nit tethers me and licks my wounds.
\nThroughout all the alarms it warms me, pulls my arms into the centre of its cave.<\/p>\n
\nImagine a world without cats, it would be like no mirrors.
\nI watch the footsteps of the rain, hear its pattering against the window,
\nanother day another dead dream.
\nI wanted it to rain.<\/p>\n
\nThen I cannot move.
\nI cannot help but steer this ship to quiet, to lonesome.<\/p>\n
\nlouder and emptier, then rain and rain and rain.<\/p>\n
\na mass of cocksuckers.<\/p>\n
\nwarm in the drifts, swallowed up nice.<\/p>\n