Nothing artificial here. No academic claptrap. This is the type of poetry that got me interested in poetry in the first place. In a way, it's almost Byronesque, although Miller would prefer to be compared to Kerouac. A bit gritty. The reality of a life lived instead of imagined. We need honesty in poetry. Sure, Miller would like to be recognized for his work, acknowledged by the same gatekeepers he despises. (Wouldn't we all?) He says so in the interview at the end of this book. But he never writes to them. He stays his own man.
You won't find rhymes or daisies here. No fancy forms. Less than 70 pages of poems but I've left over a dozen post-it flags sticking out. Marking poems mostly, a few marking images. Spots to return to. Ideas to remember. If you are looking for poetry with some meat to it, Chuck Miller is worth a gander.