John Kilroy, jivin' under the name, character or persona of "Clem," lets loose in his first poetry anthology. His poems read like beatnik scats for an America still obsessed with racing cars on highways and smoking a pack a day. Consider it the wild, lively and lovely gospel of those who love cars, women and poems.
I've reviewed three John Kilroy books as part of a memorial issue of iguanaland, a poetry magazine which debuted with him as the poet cyberclem. The name of the magazine was the title of one of his poems poems. I don't remember which one as he changed it after giving me the right to use it.