{"id":34067,"date":"2017-08-05T13:15:09","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:15:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34067"},"modified":"2017-08-05T17:14:55","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:14:55","slug":"the-parking-lot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-parking-lot\/","title":{"rendered":"The Parking Lot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Just a shitty old field with logs in it<br \/>\nI guess people wanted to park there<br \/>\nit certainly was no park.<br \/>\nOld telephone poles littered about.<br \/>\nNever paid much attention to it.<\/p>\n<p>New parking lot<br \/>\nNew train stop<br \/>\nNew lamp posts<br \/>\nNew asphalt<br \/>\nperfect.<\/p>\n<p>I started going there to skateboard<br \/>\nto hang out<br \/>\nroll around<br \/>\njump and<br \/>\nfall.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d ride my bike to this haven<br \/>\nempty except for the cars<br \/>\nquiet except for the city<br \/>\nthe train<br \/>\noccasionally oozing commuters.<\/p>\n<p>This was where I went<br \/>\nthat day I was upset<br \/>\nyoung emotions overwhelming<br \/>\nthe cigarette I stole from my stupid uncle<br \/>\nterrible and freeing<\/p>\n<p>My bike was down<br \/>\nI was fuming<br \/>\non an island<br \/>\nthen I floated<br \/>\nabout twenty feet above<\/p>\n<p>I looked down<br \/>\na leaf floating and careening<br \/>\ncarefree<br \/>\nempty and confused<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s my body?<\/p>\n<p>I just wanted to escape<br \/>\nand what a place to go<br \/>\nthe atmosphere<br \/>\nabove the emptiness<br \/>\nthe flaccid firmness of reality.<\/p>\n<p>Fleeting<br \/>\nbut what an experience<br \/>\nto be<br \/>\nabove and beyond<br \/>\nmy tumultuous brain.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Just a shitty old field with logs in it I guess people wanted to park there it certainly was no park. Old telephone poles littered about. Never paid much attention to it. New parking lot New train stop New lamp posts New asphalt perfect. I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1005,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34067","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\/1005"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34067"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34089,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34067\/revisions\/34089"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}