At 60,000 tweets,
Inane thoughts upon digital winds,
Do I get a trophy?
Some vaunted award,
For pouring echoes of my life,
Into living memory of who I was?
Immortal,
In my poems.
Books.
Look for a cryptid there,
With a better self.
I’m just another madman.
Rambling in the dark.
Twitter Slut.
