hopeless wit
nay, twit
just get it
the nit
out your hair
yeah, forebear
you're square
barely beastly
a bit too neatly
nay, needly
in your arm
an entire farm
pharmakon
of soupçon
conned and towered
surveilled then mailed
belatedly wailed
world railed
and razed
burnt his faze
no longer read
all dead
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See more poems by Larry Gilmore at AlteredScale.com issue 2.
Born in CA 1955 Larry Gilmore lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. He
has a degree in Philosophy from Occidental College and studied in the New
College Poetics Program with Robert Duncan and Michael Palmer.
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