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Too late it becomes apparent<\/strong><\/p>\n that this is one of those poems soon after which, you find you’ve A shame, because this means home in like a smart bomb the stuff that got you writing in the first place,<\/p>\n that you’ve been picking at the edges of, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Currently based in Norwich, Birkenhead-born Ken Cumberlidge<\/strong> has been writing and performing his work for 40+ years. Recent work has appeared online (Algebra of Owls \/ Allegro \/ IS&T \/ Message in a Bottle \/ The Open Mouse \/ Picaroon \/ Pulsar \/ Rat’s Ass Review \/ Spilling Cocoa\u2026 \/ Strange Poetry \/ Snakeskin<\/em>). For more please click on: Soundcloud<\/a> and\u00a0 YouTube<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Too late it becomes apparent that this is one of those poems in which the teasingly unresolved title doubles as the opening line soon after which, you find you’ve lost the will to persevere with it, zoning out and moving on before you’re halfway in. A shame, because this means you’ll never […]<\/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-20665","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20665","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=20665"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20665\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20798,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20665\/revisions\/20798"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20665"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20665"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin which the teasingly unresolved title
\ndoubles as the opening line<\/p>\n
\nlost the will to persevere with it,
\nzoning out and moving on
\nbefore you’re halfway in.<\/p>\n
\nyou’ll never make it to the last bit,
\nwhich would halt you, open-mouthed
\nat its uncanny pinpoint aim:<\/p>\n
\non that bunker full of what you
\ncan’t or don’t or won’t remember,
\nthat refuses to be named\u2014<\/p>\n
\nin code, without your knowledge,
\none imperfect stanza at a time,
\nyour entire bloody life.<\/p>\n