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\u00a7 On the sleeve notes of hoi-polloi zeitgeist poet who finds Saturday night to end. As I wake up in the shower, I am Pablo Picasso. I am Pete Doherty. I am Norman Crabtree Can also do a mean Elvis Presley. Then last of all, I am me <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Joseph R. Clarke Is A Poet. <\/strong>Poems he has written have appeared on t\u2019internet, anthologies, sewn into the back of bus seats & recently appeared in Burning Eye Books Anthology of Alternative Young Poets, Rhyming Thunder. In his spare time he is an amateur hermit.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a7 Angel, the morning after heroin first time. I was your boy. Once, we were Gods ignoring each other. Rats come out The back of dim wood lacquered mantle-piece. Sweat drips On the sleeve notes of hoi-polloi zeitgeist poet who finds Sirens in bluebirds’ song & only owns a bin-bag full of postcards. […]<\/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-4194","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4194","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=4194"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4196,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4194\/revisions\/4196"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4194"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4194"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nAngel, the morning after heroin first time. I was your boy.
\nOnce, we were Gods ignoring each other. Rats come out
\nThe back of dim wood lacquered mantle-piece. Sweat drips<\/p>\n
\nSirens in bluebirds’ song & only owns a bin-bag full of postcards.
\nWe all feel as bad as each other so who doesn’t want<\/p>\n
\nI am ten different People; I am Dean Moriaty.
\nI am the kid that got bullied at school. I am Fred Dibnah.<\/p>\n
\nI am William McGonagall. I am Rembrandt Clarke. I am not
\nDoing very well. I am a bad Simon Armitage Impersonator but<\/p>\n
\nWith nothing but the want of the axis of your body, undressed,
\nWhen eyes blink burn light blinking truth, just like an angel<\/p>\n