A photocopied collection of eighteen poems from the workplace. A unique and spectacular blend of poetry and life. Subconscious gurglings and poetic rants, too acute to be beat, too elastic to be surreal, these reach out and grip the reader with a perverse cadence and sharp subjective claws. "Scum-boys mutate into silent workers. What goes/ around, comes around, that's simple human justice..../ & the crack business was more/ profitable than the shops petty shit. Poetry is a curse, a vulgar thing too, addicted to a/ language as liquid as glue, fumes of art, sniff/ bottle of Jim Beam, obsessed, alcoholic..." Androla risking chaos, sometimes succumbing to it.--R.R. Lee Etzwiler
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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