{"id":108839,"date":"2022-06-25T11:41:56","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T15:41:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=108839"},"modified":"2022-06-25T11:41:56","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T15:41:56","slug":"hour-03-12-30-01-30am-visual-prompt-red-tree-in-pink-field","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-03-12-30-01-30am-visual-prompt-red-tree-in-pink-field\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 03) 12.30-01.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, red tree in pink field"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Agent Orange<\/b><\/p>\n<p>all this red dust in the sky : gets in your eyes : doesn\u2019t irritate or itch : but plays tricks : on what you know is there: but feels like it isn\u2019t : or can\u2019t be<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>for instance : that crop : can\u2019t : just can\u2019t : be pink : nor the leaves of that tree : bloodred : yet that is what your head tells you : you shake it : worry you\u2019ll break it : it\u2019s all a toxic shock of neon colour : &amp; you\u2019re brain\u2019s in pain : &amp; you wish your mum : would come back to life : again : or that it would rain : not necessarily in Spain : but on this astral plane : it\u2019s no fun guys<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&amp; as i start : to understand : what\u2019s happening to me : Stella has thrown : a shoe full of water : in my face<\/p>\n<p><i>thanks<\/i> i splutter : as my thoughts : stop rhyming : resume some sense : some ability<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i>i think that dust : is a drug : like LSD : or magic mushrooms<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>you don\u2019t say<\/i> : i snake bite at her : even though it\u2019s not : at all : Stella\u2019s fault : suddenly feeling hungry<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Agent Orange all this red dust in the sky : gets in your eyes : doesn\u2019t irritate or itch : but plays tricks : on what you know is there: but feels like it isn\u2019t : or can\u2019t be\u00a0 for instance : that crop :&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[4906,4535,1552,5004,4922,4921],"class_list":["post-108839","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2022fullmarathon","tag-apocalypse","tag-dropped-the-sky","tag-hallucinogen","tag-ryan-speaking","tag-ya-verse-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108839","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\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=108839"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108839\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108884,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/108839\/revisions\/108884"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=108839"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=108839"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=108839"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}