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dumb tweets

are dumb tweets poetry?
those about comical self deprecation?
those about absurdity
of lunchtimes
the absurdity of predetermined
systems
the shit that is the economy
the shit that is self preservation of
social groups
and the shit that is
my period.

aren't these the footsteps of
revolutions built upon
the personal that is the
political
a naked lump of clay - the self
that has no rights without its body
and identifiers.

weren't the beats
just writing tweets

words, that fill up the spaces
in empty cultural discourse
a space for, a
valence towards
charged and electric
words
ionic words

words that seem appropriate
words in a new absurdist language
a torrent, a warm current
of intercontinental
symbolically void
and poisonous
words.

that live for a small slice
like us
and cicadas,
chirp and die.

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