The tenth collection of confounding wit from an American master

"Somewhere between Robert Creeley's chiseled compression and Frederick Seidel's urbane sensuality lie the poems of Graham Foust. Funny, regretful, sly, and taking in everything from Ellsworth Kelly to Ray Bradbury to Steely Dan, the poems in Close Second Person bristle with an indefatigable intelligence, a sense of erudition and information so dense one can only marvel at everything they have to say. Phenomenal."--Matthew Specktor