Suggested by and quoting selected words and phrases from “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.<\/p>\n
Some soft October night<\/em> after we’ve wandered as far as you’ll allow yourself to be walked We never window shop without overhearing some tedious argument<\/em> or another, Nothing shouts disturb the universe<\/em> like disagreeing which one of your visions<\/em> Which one of us said we couldn’t relate to the songs of our peers because Suggested by and quoting selected words and phrases from “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot. Some soft October night after we’ve wandered as far as you’ll allow yourself to be walked past sawdust restaurants, where straw arguments are dipped in tar and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56512","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56512","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\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56512"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56512\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58566,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56512\/revisions\/58566"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56512"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56512"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56512"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\npast sawdust restaurants<\/em>, where straw arguments are dipped in tar and left
\nto adorn gardens designed to resemble ancient ruins,
\nwe finish dancing around each other’s point.<\/p>\n
\nbut for a hundred indecisions<\/em>, we agree it’s not worth\u200b
\ntelling each other what drugs we took before we predicted
\ntheir hundred visions and revisions<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nhas heavier implications for all the voices dying with a dying fall<\/em>
\nand then, which one of us will admit that limping at dusk through narrow streets<\/em>
\nis just circular logic?<\/p>\n
\nwe doubted those artists will sing to me<\/em>?
\nSure, you’ll still sing Nat King Cole in your best crooner’s voice,
\nbut your morning shouts will wake us<\/em> before we drown<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"