More, more and even more manly poems about masculine matters: Nazi rock.a Brazilian Brothel.Public Executions .Pluto (the planet, not the dog).Demon Love. Animal Hunger.Leather Corsets.Pork Chop Juice. Swine Sloppin'.Prostate Exams.Panties.The House of Pain .Scrotum.Winchester .44.Styptic.A Can Opener. Gristle .Death. Licorice.Lingerie.Irish Setters.Motorbikes.Sperm .and Bodie-Bo-Do-Hodie-Hey-lots more. Lots.
"This stuff is smooth. It's Jack on ice and twice as nice."
-Some guy in a bar Missoula, Montana
"I've read a lot of poetry, and this is arresting."
-Cop on the beat Anytown, U.S.A.
Zanzibar "Buck, Buck" McFate has battled a giant otter. He has the strength of 10 men, X-ray eyes, and the fingers of a concert pianist. More important, he has what it takes to keep one woman satisfied and, even more important, coming back for more. McFate has lived in such exotic places as Egypt, Saudi Arabia, and New Jersey. Hoping that the deep puncture wounds start healing soon, he now lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.