Pillar after pillar towers my name.

Not all of these could express the life I feel

flash through me.

My ideas span the earth
but now tours litter at my feet

folding their waxy guides.
Here, I watch life fall apart in front of me

as we hurtle towards death.

I hope you’ll last

but every monument freezes.


My Anatolian agent writes to complain

of my negative review.

Words cut me to the bone,
I wear what I wore to your wedding

but then the day glittered in sunlight.
Tomorrow I’m reading out loud

in services to hedonism.

I write my plaque on the spongey world

and hail the puny days.