<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memento Mori</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a bull out of its tragic cage, <br>charging upon the red narrow streets, <br>I pounded the pavement through riverside corridors. <br>My cadence was erratic, <br>dictated by the music in my ear and I couldn't stop. <br>When I rode the time moved backwards, <br>all to my first bicycle a huffy BMX, <br>where I learned how to pick myself up off the ground, <br>dust my pants and soar. <br>Since them days I've lived life behind bars. <br>The Buzcocks were in my ears telling me something goes wrong again. <br>I headed East on Charles street, <br>swallowing something, <br>a fly that didn't quite satiate me, <br>and spent a few blocks trying to hack it.<br>The world was decaying around me, <br>Sic transit gloria mundi! glory fades...the glory fades.<br>I took commercial avenue to Longfellow. <br>I zigzagged in and out of joggers, students, and tourist types. <br>Trucks, vans, cars, and busses were all in my way.<br>I saw insatiable sailboats floating across the bay, trapped in their crystal swells.<br>They reminded me of lost kites (lost in the clouds) , <br>lost in the way they held onto and went into the wind. <br>Suddenly I took an oblique right somewhere<br>(you got to love one-way streets) <br>and met Cambridge Street. <br>I followed it all the way down to a seething Tremont street.<br>I was chasing the devil<br>Memento Mori</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jerome+Moore">Jerome Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417822" data-title="Memento Mori de Jerome Moore" data-description="Like a bull out of its tragic cage, charging upon the red narrow streets, I pounded the pavement through riverside corridors. My cadence was erratic, dictated by the music in my ear and I couldn't stop. When I rode the time moved backwards, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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