Cold Reading

About the Book

If it’s down & dirty in the life of small rooms you want,

search no further.  Cold Reading reports from the trenches.

In a book as thin as a worn sheet, the poet cops a plea

for all residents on the rim.  This is the book to take to

bed when it’s the best you can do—along with a mess

of army blankets & a cheap radio.  Some winters are

so cold that a man must decide whether to read or burn

the furniture.  Made up of late-night binges of sour

grapes & jeremiads, these 54 “entries” hit the spot like

a preacher on ludes.  If nothing else, they’ll put

the chill of god into a moment’s notice.  Cold Reading

is bad, bad—and wonderful for you.

About the Author

The man’s books are out of print, so there’s

nothing to say about that except the bird shall fly

at dusk.  Now with Cold Reading maybe he’ll learn

that when a man says he’s going away—you don’t

ask where to.