Twitter poetry 2021: Week 3

For her I live
Now and until

For myself I'll die
When the time comes

For, really,
What meaning do any of our words have? What meaning do any of our thoughts have? What meaning do any of us have? It's all

For naught, but don't tell her that. pic.twitter.com/vscKtaHY8f

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 16, 2021

Along the wall, before the fall, is all
Crawling through hall towards His call
Pa's chicken scrawl, her childhood doll
Her mother's shawl, Memories sprawl pic.twitter.com/bG3NiLQWDZ

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 17, 2021

Homunculus Homunculus
Please leave me alonculus

I won'tculus
You bitchculus

Until you learn my calculus#APoemADay @Experimentsinfc pic.twitter.com/ssCRugjVFu

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 17, 2021

This? Poetry?
A poet? Me?

Have not all eyes that we can see?

I play with words,
Words play with me.

But, yes, all quite intentionally.

Are poems
intentionality?

Could I be free to just be me?@Experimentsinfc #APoemADay pic.twitter.com/PMbjGfY6nF

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 18, 2021

Statistics

Statistically we're still alive
So we can witness others die#APoemADay @Experimentsinfc pic.twitter.com/LDyXXro5e1

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 19, 2021

Death speaks to me
but I can't hear it even
though I am trying

It might be saying
my time will come soon

After all, a 31-year-old
I once knew just died for
no good reason

I'm 41… but I can't hear
Death

Yet#APoemADay @Experimentsinfc pic.twitter.com/9pOiYDxT39

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 20, 2021

Hello I say to Death today
Hello, says Death. You're here to stay?
No, no, I say. Though rare I pray.@Experimentsinfc #APoemADay pic.twitter.com/zrgNLxbLQ7

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 21, 2021

Homunculus Homunculus
I can see your ballsculus!

I know! They are humongulus!
But smaller than my tongulus!#APoemADay @Experimentsinfc pic.twitter.com/COB5YFS1WN

— Skeptic's Kaddish (@kaddish_s) January 22, 2021