My stomach has invented several new knots
and named them all after you. I'm so happy
I could burst into flames. That's what she said.
Falling asleep is like climbing a tall, leafy tree.
The branches get narrower – spot me.
Need Machine clamours through the brain like an unruly marching band. Both caustic and thoughtful, these poems offer a topography of modern life writ large in twitchy, neon splendor, in a voice as sure as a surgeon and as trustworthy as a rumour. Honest, irreverent and sharply indifferent, this book will hogtie you with awe.
'After reading Mr. Faulkner's incredible book something happened. I began to feel bad for the person I was before reading his poems, I felt bad that I had been living without the joy and wonder of this book for so long. Faulkner's poems illuminate the world we live in, engage in its humour and strangeness, its sadness and bravery. The poet writes: "I've strapped dynamite to your heart / and jammed a bit between your teeth. How bored you must have been/ before you met me." And he's right. It was so goddamn boring before we met him.' – Matthew Dickman