Sitting in a sushi restaurant,
heart still racing -
was it worth it?
I raced the sun on my bicycle.
With a downward slope,
and the wind in my favor,
we tied.
The sun creeping away
behind the distant mountains,
fighting the fickle wind
for a consistent flame,
I struggle to light a
fresh-bought cigarette.
I crave not the nicotine,
but the mood.
Smoking the pack's first
Watching the twilight's last
I stuck around,
on a busy street corner
'til there was only darkness
'til there was only filter
Sitting in a sushi restaurant,
heart calming down -
was it worth it?
To the chopsticks and soysauce,
I say:
Let History and Poetry vindicate me.
Author notes
Didn't feel like writing out the short story,
so I made it a poem.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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fo shizzle.
i liked it
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