"Into the deeper shoals of syntax strolls Philip Jenks, sans machete, instead with a watering can filled to the brim with acto-juice precisely calculated to make those nouns and verbs and articles shoot to record heights and tangles."--Kevin Killian Philip Jenks's poems land like bolts of plasma: superheated, suppurated, the "inverted afterthought" of destiny that awaits the speaker of one poem, or absurdities that make a devastating sense,...