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this poem is not a eulogy

 Jack T Marlowe
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this poem is not a eulogy
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Jack T. Marlowe is a working-class malcontent from Dallas, Texas. He's at that awkward age, when you're too old to be cool and too young to...read more be a lovable curmudgeon. To compensate, Jack used to write poetry. His words have appeared in Underground Voices, decomP, Zygote in My Coffee, Word Riot and elsewhere. He now paints and also creates mixed media works of "art." Jack is also the (now retired) editor of Gutter Eloquence Magazine (www.guttereloquence.com).
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this poem
will not be
read at
my funeral

this poem
will not
condescend
to piss
on my grave

this poem
will barely
acknowledge
my existence

after my eye-
lids have slid
shut for the
last time, my

pulp-filled
shell, a free
box lunch
suitable for
primitive
invertebrates

these lines
will not defile
the polished
pages of
academia

these words
will not be
spoken
at your local
poetry slam

this poem
will be read
fewer times
than
my obituary
notice

but it will
be heard in
the tenor
of a midnight
train, the

old bullfrog's
lonesome
growl, the

grievance of
a creaking
gate, the

hum of
the wind
across
the mouth
of an empty
flask, the

farewells of
lovers, of
books and
doors being
closed, the

discontent
of coffin nails
hammered
into silence.
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  2 years ago
YES. "...the hum of the wind across an empty flask." I agree with you, Mr. Jacoby. Not only do I love the imagery, but think the entire poem is pretty nifty. I think everybody wants to be remembered after death, and I would prefer to be remembered this way than by fluff balls.
  2 years ago
"old bullfrog's lonesome growl, " tenor of a midnight train," versus "polished image of academia": love the images
  3 years ago
!!!