Michael Keenan ’s poems illuminate that ‘other world, inside this one.’ Wearing line breaks to score your heart beat by, these poems limn the phantasmagoric backstreets till dawn, never settling for the comfort of the nihilist’s pose. “Etched, fragrant, dark” his sound is original and played with a cutthroat dreamer’s intensity. Listen for the shiver, look out for the shiv. —John Duvernoy,author of Something in the way// Obstruction Blues