“poor tense” is the sharp and satirical first book of poems from artist and writer Greg Santos. In these pointed and poignant works, Santos engages even the casual reader, lacing verses rich in colloquial slang and wordplay into a gritty tapestry of inequality, corruption, sex, greed and weed.
An amazingly poignant and inventively eloquent statement upon its arrival in 2014, this collection’s mix of irreverence, beauty, subversion and tenderness serves as a convocation and invocation for the marginalized, the neglected, the grifters, the grinders, the unsatisfied masses seeking more than bread and circuses. Reading it in spring 2020 as America burns has prompted this belated review, as it is as pertinent now as ever. If nothing else, it is flammable. Suitable for the lighting of a fire