He has this unexplained obsession with being
Remembered after he's died, so he writes
Incessantly, just to be writing, writing about
Writing, issuing warnings devoid of specifics,
Sending dispatches from sidewalks and bus
Stops detailing meetings with others, who,
Like him, are dull and have little of interest
To say, and I read, though I know that I'm
Wasting my time. If I could, I would come
Up and try to convince him that, once he
Is dead, it won't make a difference if anyone
Sees what he's said.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-11-24 at 01:26

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