Is a Kaputnik addicted to failing or a prophet of our kaputs to come!? In his 5th book of poems, Peter Jay Shippy uses talk--not as it escapes our lips--but as it's heard from inside our skulls, orbiting from ear to ear to ear. He leads us from a noir haunted movie palace to a mother grinding birds into powder and finally to an Ubu who removes his tinfoil crown to hail spring, "Not a single UFO in the sky!" Peter Jay Shippy again delivers his signature...
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