Anyone read this yet? Picked it up a few days ago, read through

>>8294787
Morelike the Laughter of the Sphincter, am I right?

Here is the first poem of the collection:

Idiot Song

By permission of the sun,
the arctic chill descends.

In a teacup storm,
in a sentence the logician's fate

and poetry an enemy of the state
of things

by the roadside in a ditch
or beneath a buckled bridge.

Now it is our wounds
that make love in the streets,

wounds hastily dressed
with vetiver and mint

while slender poplars bend
amidst the violent winds.

What is your name,
mindless sun?

What idiot song
will mark your end?

I asked a painter why the roads are colored black.

He said Steve it's because people leave and no highway will bring them back.