Two% Butterscotch

A year that begins in November and ends with October. Although you cannot meditate on fun this book is clearly about that I mean the first poem even says so right there. But who cares about fun? Well we all do. OK. But as with all recipes one must add one and a half cups of grief a pinch of Howdy-Do and a tablespoon of What Gives? and you have got yourself some good ol' time Butterscotch and thus you got yourself a tome of donuts marriages Hollywood dogs fetching bones near swingsets Jalapeños Muchos Marilyn Monroe at lightspeed the word 'scythe' for some reason and a vaguely randy Emily Dickinson - blame it on the booze I think - and more for this honey of a door stop is close to 700 pages and is not for the faint of eyeballs or weightlifting - in fact it is the ideal book of verse to carry with you in sketchy neighborhoods and to have by your side when you buy your own island and you need a softcover pillow on which to dream and stuff just like that. When I buy my island Lord knows I am going to buy one of these just like this for you. I ain't lyin'. And I hope you enjoy it.