Lantern Lit vol. 2 | Michael Haeflinger, Frank Reardon, Mike Meraz
A dervishly coordinated fusion of particle press heroics, compressed into a well-honed secular engine and held together by a burly split weld.Here are three prominent voices from the supposed modern era underground. Strict poetry for those disenfranchised with the aforementioned. Verse that does not succumb to a generality nor grandeur, poetry that commands itself. A gospel within a gospel, poetry for bent backs, bloody lips, spit on bricks, and love affairs where every kiss is remembered as just a kiss and yet all or any of this is an admissible necessity for the ballyhoo...perhaps only the wolves can hear.
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