{"id":49336,"date":"2019-06-22T13:32:10","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:32:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49336"},"modified":"2019-06-22T13:45:52","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:45:52","slug":"2019-five-the-madness-of-poets-bunnies-dust-and-meat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/2019-five-the-madness-of-poets-bunnies-dust-and-meat\/","title":{"rendered":"2019 &#8211; Five &#8211; the madness of poets, bunnies, dust, and meat"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>there are bunnies made of dust<br \/>\nand bunnies made of meat<br \/>\nhit by cars made out of rust<br \/>\nand steel out on the street<br \/>\nand all of them are dead<br \/>\ndust bunnies rusty sweet<br \/>\nold cars that wheel like ghosts<br \/>\nand hares i&#8217;ll never meet<\/p>\n<p>the rabbit in the hole<br \/>\nthe rabbit in glade<br \/>\nand alice she&#8217;s gone old,<br \/>\nand rocks out in the shade<br \/>\nof trees she could have climbed<br \/>\nin parks where she once played<br \/>\nwhen wonderland was new<br \/>\nbefore it was betrayed<\/p>\n<p>we&#8217;ve lost our faith in alice<br \/>\nand in white rabbits too<br \/>\nwe&#8217;ve placed our trust in cash<br \/>\nand in bright autos too<br \/>\nbut cash shrinks in the wash<br \/>\nand rust comes home to roost<br \/>\nwhen all we do is watch<br \/>\nfalse pictures of what&#8217;s true<\/p>\n<p>so i&#8217;m collecting bunnies<br \/>\nthe bunnies made of dust<br \/>\nto hide them from the cars<br \/>\nthe automatic rust<br \/>\nsomeday they&#8217;ll come alive<br \/>\nas i believe they must<br \/>\ncause wonderland is real to me<br \/>\nit&#8217;s real life i don&#8217;t trust.<\/p>\n<p>one day you&#8217;ll seek to find me<br \/>\none day you&#8217;ll feel so old<br \/>\nbut i&#8217;m not what you&#8217;ll see<br \/>\ni feel i&#8217;ll have gone bold<br \/>\nand feral like a bunny<br \/>\nand shaken off the scold<br \/>\nof rust and meat and real life<br \/>\nand chased a rabbit down a hole<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; there are bunnies made of dust and bunnies made of meat hit by cars made out of rust and steel out on the street and all of them are dead dust bunnies rusty sweet old cars that wheel like ghosts and hares i&#8217;ll never&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1052,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49336","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\/1052"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49336"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49357,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49336\/revisions\/49357"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}