Derrida is dead
deconstructing the heavens,
which bears repeating.
Deconstructing the heavens,
which bears repeating.
Deconstructing the heavens,
which bears repeating.
Which bears repeated heaving
from established norms,
the established normative
that has caused thinking
upon thinking on thinking,
circuitous thought
that deconstructs the nothing,
creating nothing
and bears repeated heaving
from philosophical values.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 390
Derrida is Dead
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