Reality may be stranger than fiction, but Michael Earl Craig's poems make a laudable effort to even the score. Quite possibly the funniest poet writing today, Craig's unadorned poetry tends toward the deadpan and the offbeat, with an almost David Lynch-like sense of the uncanny."—The Believer"I like being in the world of Michael Craig's poems. Anything can happen, and probably will, and it will affect me in small or large ways that I couldn't have imagined. The precision of their imagery keeps me reeling with delight."—James TateMichael Earl Craig furthers his existential, Lynchian leanings with masterfully composed new poems. He has borrowed the everyday and returned it defamiliarized, dark, and droll. Readers are ushered out of their contemporary bustle and into the intimate viewing room that is Craig's cinematic fourth collection.Wild for the LordSomeone is sitting on a tall stool before me.I have just very carefully cutmy best friend's wife's bangs.My watch feels like a small corpse on my wrist tonight.Michael Earl Craig is the author of Thin Kimono, Yes, Master, Can You Relax in My House, and the chapbook Jombang Jet. He lives in the Shields Valley, near Livingston, Montana.