18. Michael Costello, "Ode to my Flint and Boom Bolivia"

Here's another exuberant, blustery, fun poem. I wish it were just a little bit better, carried more conviction with it. It doesn't quite have that early-Kenneth zaniness of language that it needs, if that is what it is trying to do. "I am my Bolivia's keeper & it is mine." 7.5.

I don't know the author's work at all.