{"id":128371,"date":"2023-09-02T10:44:07","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:44:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=128371"},"modified":"2023-09-02T14:28:58","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:28:58","slug":"hour-two-hey-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-two-hey-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Two: Hey You"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Hey, can you give me a sign?<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m blind, so let me touch your murmuring lips,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">While you preach transformation and dharma,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">How suffering is alchemy<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And change is the only guarantee.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Tell me how the brave belie temperance, detachment,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Indifferent to sideline cheerleaders, hope<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Harvesters on megaphones blaring left,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Right, anywhere but straight through, and truth,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A man-made obstacle in a rearview mirror.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I terror-sleep since the tank, strafed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">By grimaces that swallow faces whole,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Beasts in uniforms tossing brown paper<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lunch sacks into a dark hole, its dank air<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Like a fireless dragon\u2019s last gasp, a hoarse whisper.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I reach for you, there in me, a space to blossom;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">you, wizened ravage on shakier legs, and yet,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A stalwart heart, gilded by smoke and simmer,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Emerged from dingy light, a door exploding closed,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Booming me, an inverse perp walk bathed in moonbeam.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hey, can you give me a sign? I\u2019m blind, so let me touch your murmuring lips, While you preach transformation and dharma, How suffering is alchemy And change is the only guarantee. &nbsp; Tell me how the brave belie temperance, detachment, Indifferent to sideline cheerleaders,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-128371","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128371","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128371"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128371\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":128416,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128371\/revisions\/128416"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128371"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128371"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128371"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}