{"id":1568,"date":"2012-04-13T21:26:07","date_gmt":"2012-04-13T21:26:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1568"},"modified":"2012-04-14T17:19:20","modified_gmt":"2012-04-14T17:19:20","slug":"troubadour-kaul-0412","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/troubadour-kaul-0412\/","title":{"rendered":"Troubadour Kaul, 04\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Love in the Rhymes of Cholera<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>gaping at his jutting ribcage with this little flesh<br \/>\nhe thought his skin, loose as a bass drum,<\/p>\n<p>would bob each beat the heart leaped at it<br \/>\nthe stare down with the sink trying to forget<\/p>\n<p>how often he\u2019s been through the drill<br \/>\nwas the easiest way to avoid the mirror<\/p>\n<p>no fluids show up today either to stir the whirlpool<br \/>\nblurring his hazy outline in the ceramic<\/p>\n<p>Nostalgia is the memories where you over look the mistakes<br \/>\nNausea is when the mistakes are all that you remember<\/p>\n<p>times he killed himself to live for someone<br \/>\nmultiplied by times he lived to let someone flourish within<\/p>\n<p>sum total days required to resurrect back to scratch<br \/>\nlove\u2019s contagion camouflaged in memories: concealed, conceived<\/p>\n<p>cohabitating in the unsuspecting syntax of routine chores.<br \/>\nlove\u2019s spores burgeoning: imperious, impetuous<\/p>\n<p>insinuating trauma at the speed of free association.<br \/>\nthen again, there\u2019s a carnival out there.<\/p>\n<p>toxic or not, the candies are coated with irresistible colors<br \/>\nit\u2019s only a matter of time before the tap water is running again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Love in the Rhymes of Cholera gaping at his jutting ribcage with this little flesh he thought his skin, loose as a bass drum, would bob each beat the heart leaped at it the stare down with the sink trying to forget how often he\u2019s been through the drill was the easiest way to avoid [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1568","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v24.2 - 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