Four poems
Chris Gilmore
Deconstructionism
is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is just a foggy word for
nihilism
which is just a
Deconstructionism
is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is just a foggy word for
nihilism
which is just a
OUTLAW LOVE
I can listen to “Thirteen” by Big Star and pretend
I am thirteen back in my flamingo
bedroom and a boy
would come to my
After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.
Transcendental with Reincarnation
I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a stray selected/ no more than bark/ part-husky/ part-terrier/ canine space orbiter/
I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.
What if you spent a morning pulling scallions from the soil and washing beets in a metal sink?
I'm going to abandon everything / after this poem
Had a dream he was chained to a mountain while a buzzard ate his liver.
What dispossessed me sat erect beside the checked quilt in fishnets.
& no I'm still not thirsty / although i find myself / thinking too frequently / about jagerbombs
I got my dad’s big nose and people make fun of me for it.
[victory lobe]
tiny towns or a dog could keep me pleased
for six months, then I’d wear felt triangles
look like December, have needles on me
molt on the plane to the
Because anytime is the right time for a haiku.
Understand, neurotic perfectionists are mostly calculated
thinking about how all of it started
thinking about how the poems ends
four small test tubes.
But life was good for clowns back then
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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