Love poems to the "bad," composed in the idiom of cliche, conceptualized as self-portraits, alive in the historically awesome, presently bankrupt form of the sonnet, these debut poems obsess, as do all dead white men, over big, common social constructs like race, gender, and sexuality. Demske employs himself with yet is repulsed by categorization: Fake and Real. He desensitizes your obscenity-mometer.

An innocent mason -- Come -- Glory glory -- Making light -- Naughty mudflap silhouettes -- Obsessively whittling Zest bars -- Smack commandments -- Socialite -- The starfucker siphons -- The White -- Anal tang -- Clitorectomy synechdoche -- Dung cart hydraulics -- N***a please -- Our overnight -- Over-applying the calefacient -- Poem starting with a line from Elvis Presley -- Spackle palette soiree -- Sux 2 b -- Swagger master -- Wacko.

"Each of the eight poets randomly paired with one of the eight artists with no idea of what was in store ... a beautiful portfolio of broadsides, each 8 inches square; an amalgamation of styles, interests and techniques."--Leaf 1.