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The Narrator Warns<\/strong><\/p>\n I became bored with the view A couple on the grass, their story interrupted The time it has taken, the time I will take a singular, a boorish, a comedic even of wielding a marker to the screen the supermarket as a body, the museum as a nose. You will find my hand in everything <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/strong> Paul Little<\/strong> lives in South East London, works in Central London and is studying for an MA at Royal Holloway University. He was shortlisted for the 2013 Bridport Poetry Prize and has had a poem recently included in the online anthology Haiku<\/a><\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Narrator Warns I became bored with the view of investing shapes with meaning when the suspicion arose they had none. A couple on the grass, their story interrupted by hilltops, interrupted by wasteland, then finally to here: nothing but shapes. The time it has taken, the time I will take to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","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-5647","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5647","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=5647"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5647\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5650,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5647\/revisions\/5650"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5647"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5647"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5647"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nof investing shapes with meaning
\nwhen the suspicion arose they had none.<\/p>\n
\nby hilltops, interrupted by wasteland,
\nthen finally to here: nothing but shapes.<\/p>\n
\nto settle on top of the colours
\nthat run off this landscape quickly<\/p>\n
\nWe have been right and not right for some time.
\nThis unfortunate clambering together of words<\/p>\n
\napplying a thick part darkness to the story
\nunder the clock tower I use for eyes,<\/p>\n
\nThe little amount of grass left to rectify a smile
\nand the final toughness in them as a beauty spot.<\/p>\n
\nI push the landscape far as it must go.<\/p>\n
\n<\/em><\/p>\n