{"id":4046,"date":"2013-02-16T09:00:37","date_gmt":"2013-02-16T09:00:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=4046"},"modified":"2013-02-12T14:28:03","modified_gmt":"2013-02-12T14:28:03","slug":"david-mac-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/david-mac-5\/","title":{"rendered":"David Mac"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Angel Way Back<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>6am streets is heaven<br \/>\nall white cloud<br \/>\nmist fog morning<br \/>\nand look<br \/>\nout of the dense gloom<br \/>\nheadlights coming out<br \/>\ngoing past<br \/>\nstraight out of nothing<br \/>\nstraight on <em>to<\/em> nothing<br \/>\n(work no doubt)<br \/>\nbut all cars go the same way:<br \/>\nnowhere<br \/>\nsame direction:<br \/>\nnowhere<br \/>\ngone<br \/>\njust like that<br \/>\nbut I walk on<br \/>\nearly morning street<br \/>\nlonesome way<br \/>\nback<br \/>\nbecause<br \/>\nbecause what?<br \/>\nbecause the night ends?<br \/>\nit has to<br \/>\nwandering solo is heavenly<br \/>\nthoughts are<br \/>\nrewards<br \/>\nas I see Old Polly look<br \/>\nfrom her ghost window<br \/>\nspooky dead pub<br \/>\nghoulish thing<br \/>\nI press on<br \/>\nI don\u2019t believe in death<br \/>\nbut back<br \/>\nhome<br \/>\nto bed<br \/>\nto dream<br \/>\nand you know the rest<br \/>\npillows sleep best<\/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","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Angel Way Back 6am streets is heaven all white cloud mist fog morning and look out of the dense gloom headlights coming out going past straight out of nothing straight on to nothing (work no doubt) but all cars go the same way: nowhere same direction: nowhere gone just like that but I walk [&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-4046","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4046","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=4046"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4046\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4048,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4046\/revisions\/4048"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4046"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4046"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4046"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}