i'm going to look at madison, wisconsin through a telescope then move there
five-million-dollar poems are going to come from my head if i move from new york to wisconsin
each word i type further alienates me from other human beings
i am willing to interpret an alien crash-landing a UFO in wisconsin as a ‘desperate cry for help'
i just feel alienated from the noises that are coming out of your head
i'm going to look at other human beings through a telescope then make a desperate noise
five million dollars wouldn't really further alienate me from my poetry
i'm going to stare at my poetry then move my desperate noise there
‘good idea,' i just typed
i feel that i just further alienated myself from my own desperate poem
human beings who interpret my poetry as a ‘cry for help' further alienate me generally
i feel alienated from the noises that just came out of my cell phone
This poem is made up of two poems.  The Poem we are reading and the poem Tao Lin is writing.  The two poems converge at this line in the poem. 
 In other words, the author is aware that someone is going to read his poem with an awareness of his writing of the poem.
I’ll write another poem instead of looking for a job