{"id":28955,"date":"2016-08-14T09:51:00","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T13:51:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28955"},"modified":"2016-08-15T21:59:04","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T01:59:04","slug":"maniacal-ranting-at-the-end-of-my-time-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/maniacal-ranting-at-the-end-of-my-time-here\/","title":{"rendered":"Maniacal Ranting at the End of My Time Here"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I once met a man with fifteen cats.<br \/>\nMy policy is even one deems<br \/>\na man untrustworthy.<br \/>\nSo, I told him all my secrets,<br \/>\nhe didn&#8217;t tell a single one.<\/p>\n<p>I met a woman with a serpent&#8217;s tongue.<br \/>\nHer truth sounded like lies,<br \/>\nand mothers guarded children<br \/>\neven as she swung from garden noose.<\/p>\n<p>I met a gypsy with the third eye.<br \/>\nCarnival coins and half truths<br \/>\nher speciality<br \/>\n&#8211;and birthright.<br \/>\nAbandoned by caravan, old and blind,<br \/>\nher milky eyes had seen too much.<\/p>\n<p>I met a pimp brokering love.<br \/>\nStreet corners and every flavor<br \/>\nhis calling card. Self-proclaimed<br \/>\nlifetime bachelor, kept a wife<br \/>\nand three kids two states over.<\/p>\n<p>Thread, long and red,<br \/>\ntied these people together.<br \/>\nAnd I, one hand on string,<br \/>\none feeling its way in front,<br \/>\nfelt the string pull from seam,<br \/>\nso we all wandered the space<br \/>\nwhere time has no dominion<br \/>\nand names have no meaning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I once met a man with fifteen cats. My policy is even one deems a man untrustworthy. So, I told him all my secrets, he didn&#8217;t tell a single one. I met a woman with a serpent&#8217;s tongue. Her truth sounded like lies, and mothers&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":822,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12],"tags":[680,23,15,1157],"class_list":["post-28955","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-life","tag-poem","tag-poetrymarathon2016"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28955","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\/822"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28955"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28955\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29404,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28955\/revisions\/29404"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28955"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28955"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28955"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}