{"id":10194,"date":"2015-06-13T17:35:08","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T21:35:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10194"},"modified":"2015-06-13T17:36:50","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T21:36:50","slug":"ode-to-san-antonio-1024","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/ode-to-san-antonio-1024\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode to San Antonio #10\/24"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ode to San Antonio<\/p>\n<p>I remember backyard barbecues<br \/>\nby downstairs neighbors<br \/>\nTejano music blaring for hours, infiltrating every inch<br \/>\nof the apartment on floor number three<br \/>\nwhere I\u2019d sit stoned and spaced out.<br \/>\nBecoming overtly disturbed when I caught<br \/>\nmy toe tapping happy to distant festive<br \/>\nrelentless accordions.<br \/>\nSongs from a place I\u2019ve never been<br \/>\nin words I can\u2019t know<br \/>\nfilled my empty downtime<br \/>\ndaze of nothing pressing too hard.<br \/>\nNothing really pressing at all.<br \/>\nThe siren symphony never ends<br \/>\nin this fix-it shop city of specialists.<br \/>\nThe sound became comforting to me<br \/>\nduring darkest times inside my own<br \/>\nbleak landscape of sad pretty girls.<br \/>\nStarting distant then growing closer, louder.<br \/>\nHelp is on the way.<br \/>\nSomeone is coming now to save you.<br \/>\nThey\u2019ll know just what to do.<br \/>\nI\u2019m not sick enough to call for sirens,<br \/>\nonly suffering from a disease of lifestyle.<br \/>\nA fever induced by choices.<br \/>\nThe heaviest of shameful baggage<br \/>\nhangs from my shoulder<br \/>\nbecause I\u2019m packed and ready<br \/>\nfor someplace simpler<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ode to San Antonio I remember backyard barbecues by downstairs neighbors Tejano music blaring for hours, infiltrating every inch of the apartment on floor number three where I\u2019d sit stoned and spaced out. Becoming overtly disturbed when I caught my toe tapping happy to distant&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":300,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10194","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10194","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/300"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10194"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10217,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10194\/revisions\/10217"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10194"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10194"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}