Zach Is Speaking Again

I'm young, and I can't see the future.- What I know, is only that knowledge is lacking in me, to such a point, that I can't express enough of what I've experienced without putting it in these poems. And this is a reason I write.

I enjoy your criticism, even your crude reactions-----I'm only here to bounce my poetry off of you. Feel free to send me poems you'd like me to read; I'll do my best to review them.

I probably won't respond to you if you ask me to explain the experience behind the poem; but never say never, they say.

-I don't want to get a straight job.
too much work.
I should just be a hippy and smoke weed
--- and rake together money from poetry readings and stocking shelves -at a locally owned bookshop
-and forget the world exists.
-lose all sense of geography.
Until eventually I set off on a quest to hitchhike to Pakistan to see Mecca
---and I'll dedicate my life to this goal.
and when they end up dropping me somewhere in Nova Scotia, and I ask some Mountie which way's Pakistan
and he tells me about the ocean
and Mecca's in Saudi Arabia.....
then I will just shoot myself and die.


"Ah! Wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
And steal dead seeing of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow, since his rose his true?
Why should he live now Nature bankrupt is,
Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins?
For she hath no exchequer now but his,
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
In days long since, before these last so bad."

--William Shakespeare