The Poet of Dust

If you want to meet poems all high and fucked up on hard drugs, liquor, wine and alcoholic herbs brewed in the skull of ants, poems all charged up on Bolivian marching powder and biscuits of dung, poems that slit the throat of artistic orthodoxy, poems that condemn iambic pentameter to a long life of servanthood in Dante’s purgatory, poems that stir rebellion in the Republic of Poets, poems that hyper-increase the madness of poets to the one billionth degree, Jealous poems that smash the jugular of all motherfucking lovers of poetry, then hasten, enter this book and be redeemed.