In these new poems from the author of Uselysses, the code of the west gets the rewrite it so sorely needed, but probably never wanted. The streets are deserted except for the rodeo clown driving by in a beat-up Honda Civic singing "Do not forsake me oh my darling," and all you can do is sing along. Order your copy of HIGH NOON now.
As if one could discuss the deconstruction of clouds & score any points with the rank & file... Watching TV with the sound off seems like a good idea right now DIVERSIONARY TACTICS (A Lexicon of the Homeric Dialect?) Seashell Torch aloe Pipe wrench & a tangle of nasturtiums cascading over the seawall "I would have died there if I knew where I was" The irrevocable left unspoken as contrast Shall we dance?
