The Stars
One night I spoke
to the stars.

“Write a poem,”
they said.

“What kind of
poem?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter.
Just make it short.”

My Life
I could
have
made a
fortune
in real
estate,
but
instead
I wrote
1,230
mediocre
poems.

! Manifesto !
+ Ultimately,*
*my poems are +
+ visual art.*

*Can’t you tell? +



The Sad Truth

Three-year-old
kids understand
my poetry.



How I Publish

I collect
my poems
into tomes.

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