Dancing in the Neon Boneyard

These poems are sad, funny, self-conscious, sophisticated, and raw.

While published posthumously, this collection is not an epitaph. Rather, it's the transcript of a brilliant, shadowy, kaleidoscopic quest. This quest began and ended in the dark, but its hero walked, stumbled, and ran on a road of light. Along this road, our hero met a troop of happy and depressed lunatics and philosophers, a rogue's gallery of mad poets, divine artists, vulnerable children, and self-destructive intellectuals. Of course, they're all McInnis. And their voices are voices every one of us has heard - if we but dare listen.