I want to write an essay comparing marginalia to tweets

what interets me is marginalia,
writing outside margins, what is scrawled hastily,
written on pages or twittered
on screens

poem against living in front of computer screens and in favor of throwing the door open in order to step out onto

streets!
streets!
streets!

anagram

Jot ran path,
ere,
on cane.

poem

fish
fish
fish

fish
fish
fish

fish
fish
fish

fist

four in an alternate mode

“…gas gas gas …””
John Ashbery


REVENGE OF THE GREAT PLAINS

Yeah, I quit eating meat, man, just like that [finger snap].
Cold Tofurkey!


PUMA IN A CAGE

I utilize utilize utilize utilize utilize.
To the max!


MUNCHAUSEN SYNDROME BY PROXY

We’re megaloading carbs pre-game, but we go heavy on protein-uptake post-game!


CRITICAL THEORY

A cake of some kind. I mean a biscuit. A biscuit with cake-like intentions.
To be eaten alone or with coffee and tea. I said, coffee and tea!

unner a ful moon in vt, hilles an valley chruch spyre

A SEESOMENAL GREE TIN



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brunch at the fancy restaurant

I had eggs, scrambled
and
unsalted

poem in the iterative mode

THE SHIPS SHALL SINK WHERE THEY MAY WHERE THEY FALL


Okay what is the nature of this thing. What is the nature of this thing. What is the nature.
Of this thing.
What.
The nature of.
This.
Thing.
Okay. What is the nature. The nature of this thing.
What is the nature of this. Of this. Of this thing.

cold mountain (17)

is confused
by
TweetDeck

sutures

seemed like
a good idea
at the time

blood

pooling
in my mouth

poem for men's room graffiti poets of the nasty school

thanks for sharing

questions asked after [...............]

was this useful
like a hammer is useful?
like dental floss?

unbinded me

WORK. A place like a tongued on floor,
where we went. Said haven to it, then
bought three shoes, one for throwing.
Wire winds, dirt palace, load mints.
How the bought stray, for us, alone.

all this talk

palls

one single

violence
in the name of

what otherwise goes by the name of fear

fear and its 7 children

poetry

shmoetry

cold mountain (16)

what's with all
the gravure idols?

an ash day

that tastes like cinder in the mouth

work

in the way of work