{"id":31323,"date":"2017-08-05T09:06:00","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T13:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=31323"},"modified":"2017-08-05T10:10:28","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:10:28","slug":"end-of-dreamland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/end-of-dreamland\/","title":{"rendered":"End of dreamland"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The End of Dreamland<br \/>\nVCS <\/p>\n<p>The End of Dreamland<br \/>\nFaded<br \/>\nA roller coaster plunging<br \/>\nInto the mists of oblivion<br \/>\nPlaced by a cruel prankster<br \/>\nCollecting tickets<br \/>\nLaughing at the joke<br \/>\nSee the rubes pay the toll<br \/>\nThe tolls set to the price<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s only your soul!<br \/>\nThat Dreamland is more nightmare<br \/>\nThan laughter and love<br \/>\nEmaciated skeletons<br \/>\nDancing through a distorted utopia<br \/>\nA world that never  was<br \/>\nNever would be<br \/>\nNever could be<br \/>\nThank all the gods above<br \/>\nThat soap bubbles irridescent sheens<br \/>\nare<br \/>\nAs fragile as the egos gathered<br \/>\nAround the casting couch<br \/>\nof ghouls and gangsters<br \/>\nthe denizens of dreamland<br \/>\nthe nightmare curse <\/p>\n<p>I woke up one day<br \/>\nThe dream was over<br \/>\nThe sun played off the motes<br \/>\nThe broken hopes left behind<br \/>\nThe splintered edifices<br \/>\nMade of plaster of paris<br \/>\nLeft to rot in the desert<br \/>\nGiant sphinxes<br \/>\nViolet eyed Cleopatras <\/p>\n<p>It was all a dream<br \/>\nA lost city<br \/>\nLess real than silicon<br \/>\nMore dubious than Atlantis<br \/>\nOr Lemuria<br \/>\nIt was all a dream<br \/>\nNow we&#8217;re back from dreamland<br \/>\nReality<br \/>\nSuch as it is<br \/>\nIs better than the rotten shrouds<br \/>\nWe tried to cover ourselves in <\/p>\n<p>Soap bubbles pop<br \/>\nRoller coasters plunge<br \/>\nDreams finish<br \/>\nNightmares die<\/p>\n<p>Awaken to<br \/>\nReality<br \/>\nSuch as it is<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The End of Dreamland VCS The End of Dreamland Faded A roller coaster plunging Into the mists of oblivion Placed by a cruel prankster Collecting tickets Laughing at the joke See the rubes pay the toll The tolls set to the price It&#8217;s only your&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[52],"class_list":["post-31323","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-virginia-carraway-stark"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31323","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\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31323"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31323\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31543,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31323\/revisions\/31543"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31323"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31323"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31323"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}