Brent Terry runs with skateboarding silver centipedes, Devo-named whippets and urban bunnies in these God-clobbered poems. Wicked, Excellently is a Christmas train wreck complete with sleighbells, a banging tambourine over lunch, a mansion built from wedding-cake brimming with the skulls of grandiose cabbages. A surreal obelisk to letterish men of yore. A freestyle pillow book of tumblewed paramours. How lovely the afternoons here.