Spruce by Tom Jenks

Tom Jenks has a new book out by the great blart press.

spruce

Spruce is poem of the long now, where everything that happens and has happened happens at once, where King John and Lenin occupy the same space as Piers Morgan and the cast of Glee. Written rapidly in longhand on lunch breaks, on public transport and in various provincial shopping malls and melancholic chain hotels in David Cameron’s Britain, Spruce could be called a business park pastoral or a sustained work of muffled hysteria, like someone screaming under a duvet.

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