Tweets

I, too, dislike poems. I’ve tried runes (and rampikes) but that’s affected rather than merely effete. So I call them figments. When people query What do you write? at a barbecue or birthday party I say soliloquies, fractals, fragments. Self-similarities, singularities, sculptures (scriptures), geometric shapes and series, three dimensional triangles, spheres and differential equations, fractured fairy tales, Rocky and Bullwinkle, rectal impactions. On the other hand, bits, bots, bytes remnants, scrap, earth gobs of phlegm in grains of sand, shards of glass in a slice of hell, hunks and clumps, curds and whey, sleet and pain, slap in the face sub-atomic particles, cell organelles, chunks of energy, cookie crumbs, rusty trucks stuck in mud, dustings for ghosts, just plain dumb luck, rocks, concrete, but not tweets.