{"id":89197,"date":"2021-06-26T11:57:34","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:57:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=89197"},"modified":"2021-06-26T11:57:34","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:57:34","slug":"to-be-read-while-listening-to-norman-greenbaums-rhode-island-red-for-s-g","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/to-be-read-while-listening-to-norman-greenbaums-rhode-island-red-for-s-g\/","title":{"rendered":"To Be Read While Listening to Norman Greenbaum&#8217;s &#8220;Rhode Island Red&#8221; (for S.G.)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s going to get harder to stay this way.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s going to get harder to explain why I&#8217;m this way.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s going to get harder to say I&#8217;m fine with it.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not fine.<br \/>\nI say this unparenthetically.<br \/>\nIf I were onstage, I&#8217;d say it differently.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d have it marked &#8211; on paper &#8211; just as I said it.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d even probably stand up and say it as I stood up.<\/p>\n<p>As though standing is the problem.<br \/>\nI can walk and talk &#8211; just not feeling up to the latter.<\/p>\n<p>I like sitting and talking, but I like sitting<br \/>\nand doing nothing.<\/p>\n<p>I like it in the way I have time to wait for something<br \/>\nbut just for a few minutes and for something that is beyond my control<br \/>\nin a pleasant way. <\/p>\n<p>Like falling right to sleep after taking a pill<br \/>\nOr getting a buzz from a spliff.<br \/>\nOr a very well done martini.<br \/>\nOr an orgasm.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t talk to me about sex.<\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;s just get through this day.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll have dinner and some small talk and<br \/>\nmaybe hug tonight.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m scared of tomorrow<br \/>\nI&#8217;m bored by tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>I want to edit my responses<br \/>\nso they laugh in Minnetonka.<\/p>\n<p>No one in hell knows that there&#8217;s a man holding an empty glass on a stage in Hennepin County<br \/>\nlooking for the Host.<\/p>\n<p>Someday this will all be funny to me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s going to get harder to stay this way. It&#8217;s going to get harder to explain why I&#8217;m this way. It&#8217;s going to get harder to say I&#8217;m fine with it. I&#8217;m not fine. I say this unparenthetically. If I were onstage, I&#8217;d say it&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89197","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=89197"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89197\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90032,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89197\/revisions\/90032"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}