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Wipers<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes he writes for no reason.<\/p>\n Yeah, you think, I’ve seen the type. You’d be wrong. He told me it was mostly crap. Is this how inspiration comes? He showed me his pad. I said he should keep the window closed. He thought I’d know.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Marc Woodward<\/strong> was born in America, raised in England and now lives in rural Devon. He has\u00a0been published in several august journals. Some\u00a0September ones too.His writing\u00a0straddles structure and free writing\u00a0–\u00a0and often with a\u00a0touch of\u00a0humour.\u00a0 www.marcwoodwardpoetry.blogspot.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Wipers Sometimes he writes for no reason. Yeah, you think, I’ve seen the type. Drunk late at night, bottle drained, some fuzzy lexicon scrabbled in his brain. You’d be wrong. Last week when he was sane and fully sober he just took off in his car. Parked up near a Little Chef […]<\/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-7571","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7571","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=7571"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7571\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7574,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7571\/revisions\/7574"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7571"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7571"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7571"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nDrunk late at night, bottle drained,
\nsome fuzzy lexicon scrabbled in his brain.<\/p>\n
\nLast week when he was sane
\nand fully sober he just took off in his car.
\nParked up near a Little Chef
\nby the Burrator reservoir
\nand wrote.<\/p>\n
\nOther cars had tired salesmen
\nsleeping off lunch
\nwith an afternoon nap.<\/p>\n
\nThe long, silent drive
\nwith no place to go.
\nMeter set by the slap
\nof windscreen wipers
\nknocking rain to and fro…<\/p>\n
\nI couldn’t help but notice
\nhow the ink was smudged
\nand wrinkled by raindrops.<\/p>\n
\nHe said it rains everywhere.<\/p>\n