yoga for pickpockets

In his latest outing, the author of Anvil on a Shoestring and Trios might be said to shake a fist and roar at the dawn ＂Roll backward into the night!＂, though such a claim would be entirely without foundation. Still, surely no one but Mike Silverton could be responsible for making such clickety-clackety music with demoralized vermin, vats of cock-a-leekie, and Benedict Arnold’s wallpaper, or for attaining such a luxuriant yet persistently procedural climax in the volume’s extravagant finale, the poetic abecedary ＂Geront’s Miscellany.＂ Call the police.