Muscular Poetry is a word trip that requires no LSD drop, peyote button, or, to be read, with some good weed. It is reality-raw and lean-served up tough and chewy. No flowers and roses, sweet kisses, and all the other bull of other poets. It reflects Bukowski, Fante, the Beats, Ginsberg, and Kerouac-men of grit, in touch with the present and living unafraid of the future. It guides men through the bumps and curves of a life lived hard, divorce, children, and career highs and lows. Every verse is about exactly the way our lives are as modern men, unvarnished.