A Preference for Cards

You know, not so long ago,things would get busy around this blog; real busy. Now It won't be long and all the posts with visible comments won't be on the front page.

Lost gospel. Caveman drawings. Scrolls.

Perhaps the past is always more popular than the present. The olden days are swiss bank accounts for nostalgia.

Write a poem
people read
some comment.
Sometimes clever
and others insightful.
Sometimes a poem
would bomb,
but we'd all move on.

Now I type out into ether
and
occasionally
I wonder where they all went.

A popular poet amongst poets cannot last.

Sooner or later
someone's despair
drips
onto
someone's melancholy

and the next thing you know they've all fallen like dominos.

That's why I prefer cards.

Christ, I hate cards.