{"id":982,"date":"2007-03-22T20:29:00","date_gmt":"2007-03-22T20:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=982"},"modified":"2007-03-22T20:29:00","modified_gmt":"2007-03-22T20:29:00","slug":"two-poems-by-april-may-march","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-poems-by-april-may-march\/","title":{"rendered":"Two poems by April-May March"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Turisas<\/span><br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Blue murder uncovered<br \/>by tentacles preaching through phone lines<br \/>and women who dance like Fred Astaire.<br \/>Spin the roulette wheel<br \/>and hope for the best<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>There is more to life then starving<br \/>to collapse<br \/>for a malnourished waistline<br \/>as you waste away in a petrified house.<br \/>Tumble down the stairs<br \/>chase thieves down the alley,<br \/>cry behind the wheel<br \/>of a car ten years older than the day you were born,<br \/>fondle thin with shame in late spring<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Devonshire<\/span><br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Being in Devon<br \/>we were tired and distressed.<br \/>There was nothing about<br \/>but lingering locals<br \/>who drank bottles of white and red.<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>I was hoping for a holiday romance<br \/>but nothing materialised<\/p>\n<p>\u2022 April-May March says &#8220;My bio is short and simple really, i&#39;m a Factory Girl from Norwich, England.&#8221;<br \/><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Turisas&nbsp;Blue murder uncoveredby tentacles preaching through phone linesand women who dance like Fred Astaire.Spin the roulette wheeland hope for the best&nbsp;There is more to life then starvingto collapsefor a malnourished waistlineas you waste away in a petrified house.Tumble down the stairschase thieves down the alley,cry behind the wheelof a car ten years older than the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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-982","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/982","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=982"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/982\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}