Poetry. Mood-riddled hijinx and impudent lyric protest, drama, and parody from the author of SWOON and ARE NOT OUR LOWING HEIFERS SLEEKER THAN NIGHT-SWOLLEN MUSHROOMS? - both of which are available from SPD. Grotesque buffoonery, and furious wistfulness ring out among V. IMP.'s cacophonous panoply of tones: Some days my idiolect just betrays me/ as the hmm kind of interesting phoenix of gyroscopic angst.
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