Tentatively, Convenience's Reviews > The Black Dog of Cornelius Agrippa

Another poet I probably corresponded w/ & traded w/ in the 1980s. He was active in the mail art / small press scene(s). Perhaps this cd be superficially regarded as 'surrealist'. Glass might have a better description for it. Here's an excerpt from the beginning:

"The Guillotine was ready. I touched the blade with my tongue. They led him forward. He had a compass in one hand and a pair of calipers in the other. He was measuring.
The experiment.
Anxiously. Astrally, I took a front seat. Excuse me, Sir I
looked down. It was a numerical order. I peered off into space.
Then we tumbled together into an electric bath."