{"id":57422,"date":"2019-06-23T07:22:46","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:22:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=57422"},"modified":"2019-06-23T08:31:08","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T12:31:08","slug":"come-morning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/come-morning\/","title":{"rendered":"Come Morning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a boring story<br \/>\nAspirin phenibut and morphine<br \/>\nA few years of pictures<br \/>\nAnd my first cigarette in weeks<br \/>\n<br \/>\nlisten until you can&#8217;t hear anymore<br \/>\nignore until you can&#8217;t ignore anymore<br \/>\nstay still until you can&#8217;t move anymore<br \/>\nfeel good until you don&#8217;t feel good anymore<br \/>\n<br \/>\nLonely lovesick or amphetamine eyes<br \/>\nEvery Single pop song is a lie<br \/>\nMaking figures and stories on the bumps on the ceiling,<br \/>\nthe cage that protects you from the sky.<br \/>\nAching burning painful lively desire<br \/>\nand the deathstill freedom of wanting nothing.<br \/>\nThe walls turned yellow years ago<br \/>\nand the nights last for days.<br \/>\nHer face is blurry in my memory,<br \/>\nbut I still see her long jet-black hair.<br \/>\nWhen I was a kid sometimes the world looked upside down<br \/>\n<br \/>\nAnd nobody feels as good<br \/>\nas they think they should<br \/>\nAnd nobody can get to sleep<br \/>\nAnd nobody wants this to last forever<br \/>\nAnd nobody wants to die<br \/>\nAnd even the ghosts are fuckin bored<br \/>\nAnd everyone wants to go to japan <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a boring story Aspirin phenibut and morphine A few years of pictures And my first cigarette in weeks listen until you can&#8217;t hear anymore ignore until you can&#8217;t ignore anymore stay still until you can&#8217;t move anymore feel good until you don&#8217;t feel good&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-57422","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57422","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\/1259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57422"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57422\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57461,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57422\/revisions\/57461"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57422"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57422"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57422"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}