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There is Art by the Side of the Road for Truck Drivers<\/strong><\/p>\n I saw Van Gogh With the ghost of the poet Paul Whitehead Just you try and stop me, owner of Les Iris In A Vase <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n 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":" There is Art by the Side of the Road for Truck Drivers I saw Van Gogh by the side of the road I saw Van Gogh leant up by a lamppost I saw his blue iris glow stuffed in and left behind somewhere in High Wycombe England With the ghost of the […]<\/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-4642","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4642","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=4642"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4642\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4644,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4642\/revisions\/4644"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4642"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4642"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4642"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nby the side of the road
\nI saw Van Gogh
\nleant up by a lamppost
\nI saw his blue iris glow
\nstuffed in and left behind
\nsomewhere in High Wycombe
\nEngland<\/p>\n
\nlooking down upon my life from his
\ndeath hill Hell-Fire Club
\nway over yonder
\nwe stopped the truck and I got out
\nto snatch Dutch artist\u2019s beautiful muse flowers and
\npop in the back of truck saying:
\n\u2018Okay let\u2019s go!\u2019<\/p>\n
\nJust you try and stop me, Paul Whitehead Hell-Fire poet
\nAnd just you try and stop me, Van Gogh
\nYour head is still red and broken in fields
\nand your paintbrush strokes are all full of screaming eyes
\nand your ear is torn
\nSo I know you can hear me<\/p>\n