a twist of the knife in poetry

in twenty years my e-mail accounts will still be receiving
junk mail from stores where I bought presents for ex-girlfriends
when I am long long dead my e-mail will still be receiving
junk mail from stores where I bought presents for ex-girlfriends
when the sun implodes upon itself in a hell of fire and iron
my e-mail will still be receiving
junk mail from stores where I bought presents for ex-girlfriends
tomorrow my e-mail accounts will probably receive at least one piece of
junk mail from stores where I bought presents for ex-girlfriends
and it will always hurt a little
not all that much but just enough to feel it
just enough to know there’s something in the past
that belongs back there to lay in the dust of time
but capitalism just keeps bringing it back anyway
in hope of squeezing out just another twenty bucks or so
commerce sticks the knife in
for just another little twist
but only just the tip
only just the tip