Publisher's Synopsis
Concocted and withdrawn, sullen our currency, the sadness of ages here, now; it melteth glacier and acid its only word, millennial current: arctic, galaxial sweep beyond time: love unbounded, a specter, a star, a mote awash the inked black, forever our song, priam of vesuvius, a well-hung lover adip a river, thigh-high waiting, your siren, your song, my waiting and the apparatus we've built to contain this, political and permanent and dried of belched decree and backroom whisper, your tammany hall, a lincoln minus law, a dixon line drawn of dried crow's feet, a gonad sack tied and wrapped under loincloth on a plain antecedent to lewis and clark.
Stones, son and love and song, jeremiad of canticle, a sloven song for the wretched of this stripe, all the wreaths all the gurneys, all the wished kisses on doorsteps to be a good boy; you're here now with this, this world alive and retching and I've hope and I know...
I just know
That all things pass, this bears repeating: all things but us and our love for this; all technology, all scaffolding, all river shall shift, the bend of us, a pi of breadth related our longevity, see: we gnaw at this nut, our gums raw with it, the pleasure of our work, our industry and our philosophy and our reprieve; the selfsame cacophony of sorts, gnashing of gears and love's antidote, a sunken cenote somewhere in us; melville's wharf, your manhatoe, soup's kitchen or bowery, or an Olath gun behind a Casper stripmall, your field; your song.
