{"id":2193,"date":"2013-04-26T01:39:19","date_gmt":"2013-04-26T05:39:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=2193"},"modified":"2013-04-26T01:39:19","modified_gmt":"2013-04-26T05:39:19","slug":"limericks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2013\/04\/26\/limericks.html","title":{"rendered":"Limericks"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>\n<strong>June 20, 2012<\/strong>\nemergency ghosts on the pier\nassume their intentions are clear\n\tbut no one can stare\n\tat the stampede of air\nas it occupies bravado's fear\n\n\nloafing on passionless art\nis like drafting a numberless chart\n\tyou can't comprehend\n\tand so you descend\nto boiling a prisoner's heart\n\n\njazz and tomatoes are new\nto the hungry and blasphemous few\n\twho ride through Chicagos\n\ton sorry tomorrows\nlistening coldly to you\n\n\nworry and foibles are brave\nin the vacuous drama you crave\n\tyou lie with the bores\n\tin a culture of whores\nwhere vultures most capably rave\n\n\nthe table is mostly unset\nfor a supper of empty regret\n\tforks rise and fall\n\tknives cut and crawl\nas a family considers its debt\n\n\nswitching from gravy to grease\ni flush my perceptions of peace\n\tthese mountains seem new\n\tas they swallow you\nand God stumbles out of your face\n\n\ndrawing room games are the joy\namong girls who think they're a boy\n\tthe cat is a clown\n\tthe sane youngsters drown\nin a kingdom with only one toy\n\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>June 20, 2012 emergency ghosts on the pier assume their intentions are clear but no one can stare at the stampede of air as it occupies bravado&#8217;s fear loafing on passionless art is like drafting a numberless chart you can&#8217;t comprehend and so you descend to boiling a prisoner&#8217;s heart jazz and tomatoes are new [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2193","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paumAn-zn","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2193","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2193"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2193\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}