These poems, if you could call them that, are a small gesture, a hand that taps you on the back gently, sometimes a nudge, sometimes a shove, to remind you there is more to life than prime time, more to life than knowing the color of some starlet’s panties, or being led by the nose by the manipulators - big business, the ruling class, organized religion
- to keep you quiet, docile and plaint and fatten you for the kill.
- From the introduction.
An eclectic collection of dark, bitter and angry poems that are also life affirming, from a poet who writes with no pretence
- straight, simple, with little or no poetic flourishes.