This is Butscher's second in an ongoing sequence of lyrical poetry sets. Almost like a spoken anthem he leads us to visualize experiences. "...two bodies locked in spasms/ of butterfly debris, the cheerleader/ I worshipped from sidewall eyes/ and a collapsed football star." There is a vivid and urgent potency, a suffocating possessiveness in Butscher's work; something intensely personal, a sense of being outgunned by life; inspiration from disaster, melded with erotic nervous appeal, and the collapse of dreams. "fins erect/ gills done/ tail aflame/ for an assault upon/ absence without end."--R.R. Lee Etzwiler
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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