In Bryan Gibbs' 4th book of poetry, he delivers impressive stanzas touching on themes of failure, nature, cynicism, and blueberries falling in love. In this effort, his poems are more contrived and often follow a rhyming schematic."i wont contribute to sweatshop laborso i bought my sweatshirt secondhand from a 3rd string neighbor"Be me- a little social swaggered standoffish swabI dabble, I dab my dabs dapperlyproperlyperhaps, possiblyaren't you more alive now?do you feel alive?the cucumbersome saladtossed from the cue of a pool stickit was cool, thoughit was a mere tooth to the teeti want to ride my bi-byclestraight down a homogenous roadan endogenous depressionthat lessonswhen i play dodgeball with nursery kidsi slam it right in their facesc'mon, maybe they may be has-beensinstead of will-be'ssleep beneath the mattressno matter how emasculatingmore so, I am a morselbut so much more, though, than a disembodied torsoI was a trail of limbsof veins & thumbs & printsmy body is a timed machinethat takes breath& lays restlessly in its dreamsOur minds are prophetic trancesWhat an idea...back to thinking about cats