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Printed in 1994<\/strong><\/p>\n I was drinking beer and reading a poetry when I reached the title of the poem was I haven’t even tried I recalled I thought ‘it’s sad’ Simon Enola<\/strong> is an ungainly 27 years old french poet. Some of his work can be found carved in drunken nights. He studies American and British literature in France while he tries to earn his living. The rest of his life is not worth mentioning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Printed in 1994 I was drinking beer and reading a poetry book printed by black sparrow press in 1994 the year K.C blew his head off with a shotgun when I reached the glass my left hand hit it and beer spilled on the pages like a rising tide the title of […]<\/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-4818","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4818","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=4818"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4818\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4820,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4818\/revisions\/4820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4818"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4818"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbook printed by black
\nsparrow press in 1994
\nthe year K.C blew his head off
\nwith a shotgun<\/p>\n
\nthe glass
\nmy left hand hit it and
\nbeer spilled on the pages like a
\nrising
\ntide<\/p>\n
\nLove but I can’t remember
\nthe brand of the
\nbeer<\/p>\n
\nto save
\nthe pages
\nnor
\nthe poem
\nI just stared at the beer
\nand the
\nfoam
\ninvading
\nthe ink
\nand vanishing
\nthrough the paper<\/p>\n
\nand I went to the fridge
\ngrabbed a bottle
\nand started sucking
\nthe bottleneck
\nwhile the glass remained
\nempty and my heart
\nslowly
\nrecovered<\/p>\n