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[apiphile]

everything is a memento mori if you can't stop thinking about dying

i notice in reading the works of my friend's wife (a professional poet) and in reading the heartendingly relatable piece i shared with my soon-to-be-ex girlfriend that the fashion in poetry is now to convey your entire composition in the form of one large block of text without linebreaks, rarely with punctuation.

myopic. illiterate. old.

i shake my fist at the passing clouds
and wish for poems that move my tongue as well as my heart.

i have always been too late to every zeitgeist
arising in my life;

much too early to nearly every party--

never quite getting it right.

the truly memorable phrases are stored, songlike, in the vinyl grooves of my heart: for i am the mother of the human race; chilli con carne without any chilli/is only a plateful of mince; and some people/don't

like the photographs of the dead
in their antiquated sunday best
these beloved ghosts of poems past
i hang upon the walls of my crumbling memory

and together we will,
old dead wood together,
fall into the dust.