Do youA Poem by Zatoichia conversationremember how we usta sit on the stone staircase by the liquor store across the street from the specific ocean late at night, ruminating and medicating under a partly-cloudy sky?
how the minutes turned to hours and the darkness into day as we toasted Shakespeare and the power of literature, the politics of war and the glory of mead.
remember how we watched the world walk by wondering how so many couldn’t see what was falling apart, while our hearts thundered at the outrage of apathy.
never mind our complicity in the compromises made- such a notion nineteen could not comprehend.
in the end, Time conquers and enthusiasm fades as we take our place among the living dead. the rent is due, the car won’t start and all that is left of youth is the memory of the possibilities, the hopes left behind on a stone staircase by the liquor store. © 2019 ZatoichiFeatured Review
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Added on February 10, 2008Last Updated on March 14, 2019 AuthorZatoichiLaguna Niguel, CAAboutborn under a full moon in the middle of the day on a foggy bank of the Mississippi River. Nihongo o hanashimasu ka? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDSYG8ILKB0 Lip Dub - Flagpole Sitta b.. more..Writing
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