By | 1 July 1998

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.

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