There is no poetry

There is no poetry

but personal

All other

is journal

As in memory

there is no eternal

only forgettings

and forgotten

So why theory

draws breath

with personal reminisce

I can only guess

Is some

static need

to grip life

in a stasis

So that maybe

in awhile

memory will

crystallize

In a poet

strong on theory

but long since

dead

In a theory

strong on structure

long since

decayed

In a poem

that created

a movement

that went

as all movements

go,

nowhere

7/20/03