{"id":1968,"date":"2009-09-10T20:04:51","date_gmt":"2009-09-11T00:04:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/?p=1968"},"modified":"2009-09-11T19:28:10","modified_gmt":"2009-09-11T23:28:10","slug":"midnight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/2009\/09\/10\/midnight\/","title":{"rendered":"midnight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>(all right, I realize<br \/>\nyou can tell I am not<br \/>\nwriting this at midnight,<br \/>\nand yes, the moonlight<br \/>\nwould be cast shadows<br \/>\na little shorter at twelve;<br \/>\nbut let me tell you, Buster,<!--more--><br \/>\nyou&#8217;re not as sharp<br \/>\nas you think:<br \/>\nthe light in here is not<br \/>\nmoonlight; the full moon<br \/>\nwas two weeks ago,<br \/>\nand this light is<br \/>\nactually orange street-lamp,<br \/>\nthe kind you can look down<br \/>\nfrom your red-eye flight<br \/>\nand see in silly sequined rows<br \/>\nthe way we used<br \/>\nto see farmers&#8217; fields<br \/>\noutlined in summer. So there.<br \/>\nOkay, so it&#8217;s one am<br \/>\nand I&#8217;m dragging my butt<br \/>\ndown the hall to go to<br \/>\nthe can when I see)<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p>That shadow on the rug<br \/>\ncould be a hole in the floor.<br \/>\nDo I dare step there?<br \/>\nScrew it; if I fall I fall<br \/>\nall the way to the underworld<br \/>\nto dance with demons.<br \/>\nIf I don&#8217;t, I get to the can.<br \/>\nWho caress?<br \/>\nThis is probably a dream anyway:<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll fall, but there won&#8217;t be demons<br \/>\nother than myself<br \/>\nwearing somebody&#8217;s face<br \/>\ntrying to be exciting<br \/>\nbut always being me:<br \/>\nthe night time unsurpriser<br \/>\nwho plays the same tricks<br \/>\nthat never fail to<br \/>\nengage the brainless dreamer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>An exploration of night wandering. (#907) <a href=\"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/2009\/09\/10\/midnight\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,416],"tags":[673,284,675],"class_list":["post-1968","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-thoughts-below-ground","tag-dreams","tag-night","tag-nightmare"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1968","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1968"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1968\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1968"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1968"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/riverwriter.ca\/wordcurrents\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1968"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}