{"id":7075,"date":"2021-04-13T10:58:49","date_gmt":"2021-04-13T09:58:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=7075"},"modified":"2021-04-13T10:58:49","modified_gmt":"2021-04-13T09:58:49","slug":"life-in-borneo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/04\/13\/life-in-borneo\/","title":{"rendered":"Life in Borneo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The red and white lid of the first aid box<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lay in the waste of the lifeguard\u2019s hut<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That was the only damage that I could see<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From the cinnamon journey<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Others had reported damage<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But they were dead and beyond care<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Only I cared enough to ask questions about the incident<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On page three hundred and eighty-two of the town guide<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There was a photograph of an angel that had lost its wings<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That was the only clue that I possessed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So I stole a super tanker in an effort to hunt this angel down<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Each day I undressed a seagull but all I found were their vacant stares<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And then at night I retired to my don caster bed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Where I constructed microphones until the dawn was mild and clear<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The red and white lid of the first aid box Lay in the waste of the lifeguard\u2019s hut That was the only damage that I could see From the cinnamon journey Others had reported damage But they were dead and beyond care Only I cared enough to ask questions about the incident On page three [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7075"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7075"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7075\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7075"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7075"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7075"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}