{"id":2714,"date":"2012-06-17T12:48:09","date_gmt":"2012-06-17T12:48:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2714"},"modified":"2012-06-17T12:48:09","modified_gmt":"2012-06-17T12:48:09","slug":"david-mac-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/david-mac-2\/","title":{"rendered":"David Mac"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Bang on Summer<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>for Candi <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Girl, you look like summer to me<\/p>\n<p>Girl, you bang <em>on<\/em> summer to me<\/p>\n<p>But wait!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am a smoky town shadow<\/p>\n<p>A lonesome shape<\/p>\n<p>A sad beak pecking the earth<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The way you move across the grass<\/p>\n<p>A flower in your hair<\/p>\n<p>Your bare feet drive us wild<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Bird, what\u2019s that mean?<\/p>\n<p>Life, what\u2019s that mean?<\/p>\n<p>Love, what\u2019s that mean?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But my mind is muddy<\/p>\n<p>While your hair spills from the sun<\/p>\n<p>Your eyes are cut out from the sky<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>So girl, go easy angel<\/p>\n<p>The milk is hard angel<\/p>\n<p>You strangle us to make us sing<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>But I wouldn\u2019t know <em>what<\/em> to sing<\/p>\n<p>Coz I can\u2019t sing<\/p>\n<p>What I want to know is:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Can you?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>David Mac<\/strong> is one of the greatest forklift drivers to emerge from the UK. His words have appeared in many mags, journals, zines, sites and blogs. He hides out somewhere deep in the Bedfordshire Hell.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bang on Summer for Candi &nbsp; Girl, you look like summer to me Girl, you bang on summer to me But wait! &nbsp; I am a smoky town shadow A lonesome shape A sad beak pecking the earth &nbsp; The way you move across the grass A flower in your hair Your bare feet drive [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","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-2714","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2714","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=2714"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2714\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2716,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2714\/revisions\/2716"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2714"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2714"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2714"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}