THE SHOOTING OF DAN MC GREW AND THE CREMATION OF SAM MC GEE

Ladees and gentlemen, you have never seen the like. . . ""two poems from the frozen North"" performed by two swingers from New York. . . the pen that bites, the color that congeals. . . with leers and tears, snickers and shivers, thrills and spills (blood). . . featuring ""the lady that's known as Lou"" pinching the poke of the bloke she's just kissed adieu. . . and the hot time of stone-cold Sam McGee . . . in a dazzling, dizzying, deadpan rendition that makes poetry pay off.