Hard hitting nihilistic poetry which races through a postmodern landscape of alcohol haze spiked harsh and fluent realism. Experimentally structured and punctuated, capitalization optional. Black and white art throughout. Unemployment, garbage, dead cats, sweat, death, blonds, loneliness, love, liquor, and sex embroiled in decadent abandon, Nice dose of real images smeared with a youthful fetish and played like white-boy blues. Recommended for those who don't like their poetry pretty but do like it honest.--R.R. Lee Etzwiler
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #2,
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