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Diflucan - Wayne F. BurkeDiflucan - Floconazole - Antifungal - It can treat and prevent fungal infections. - Prescription needed. - Consult a doctor. There are multiple side effects. Wayne F. Burke has a keen, razor sharp wit that cuts through the facade of social convention and lets the ego have full play. At times. he pushes the limits of situation to it's breaking point then let's the unconscious primal instinct take over. In doing so, he provides a profoundly penetrating exploration of the human condition released from morality and ethics. He explores the helplessness of self in contrast to an uncaring and impersonal world, the futility of perception as things are never what the appear to be. These are well crafted poems allow all the pent up anger, guilt, fear and vulnerability that we very often suppress to have full play. Like from the poem "Happy Birthday" in the bagel shop;"I am getting pissed I see two cops at a table and I say's to the girl "smells like pork in here" but she does not respond maybe does not hear one of the cops stares and I say's "what you looking at , Porky?"" Whereas later he finds himself in direct confrontation with the police and winds up in jail bloody on his birthday no less.Or, in the poem "Slip"; " I was on probation and not supposed to drink alcohol. I went into a bar where I got drunk and became insulting, asking a guy if he was with his girl or his dog; calling a waitress "dumb bunny"; interrupting a conversation between two girls, and when ignored, telling them to go and "finger each other,"" "Diflucan" opens with a quote from Rimbaud "I is another" which is from a poem of Rimbaud's that goes on to say "If the old imbeciles hadn't discovered only the false significance of Self, we wouldn't have to now sweep away those millions of skeletons which have been piling up the products of their one-eyed intellect since time immemorial,..." Burke is a master of sweeping away those skeletons. Each of his poems are an excellent exploration of the dichotomy between our perceptions of reality versus the actual circumstances as they unfold, our expectations in life mitigated by the cold hard facts of life. His poems depict the separation of the stuff of the Ego ( action ) and what is our true ( vulnerable ) self underlying it all. A good example of this is the "Haiku" # 6 "at the dinner table my sister threatens suicide --- pot roast again" This dichotomy between perceptions and reality appear time and again in poems such as "Bathroom", "Puke", "Blarney" and "Ice Cream". These poems are poetic aphorisms yet each one is very accessible because they deal with the stuff of every day life, experiences that we all have shared in one way or another. Burke is an excellent writer and has a great ability to characterize a situation into an insightful and very often humorous and raw exploration of the human predicament. I like him. His poems are defiantly a mendicant for the fungus of life.From "R.I.P."; "Let this be a lesson to you boy; play hard but play clean! No dirty stuff!" Cigarettes of coaches and fathers glowed like fire flies; stars shone, and somewhere six feet under, lay the dirty player, killed by Ripper, who, during the day, drove a truck for the Highway Department. Carl Kaucher

Wayne F. Burke is not playing around. He’s here to tell you some things, even if he has to grab you by the collar to make you listen. Burke’s book Diflucan is a collection of crackling poetry, his words like sticks of dynamite, which may or may not blow your head off.Diflucan opens with a fist fight. “Happy Birthday” showcases Burke’s bare-knuckle prose style. It’s real, it’s funny. You’ve been that person before. Pissed off at the world, ready to kick everyone’s ass until you wind-up in the clinker. Burke’s writing is the scream we’re all holding inside. He’s Baudelaire with a bloody nose. He might make you think of Bukowski, though I think Burke would even kick Bukowski’s ass.In “The Ruler” Burke describes a teacher who whacked him on the knuckles “like pounding on a nail.” And despite the pain he feels, he’s grateful for the lesson. He even loves it. And she loves him for loving it. We all dream for a teacher likes Miss Good.In “Henry Charles” Burke reincarnates as Bukowski letting people “stalk off without paying.” Burke is an undercover Chinaski working at cash registers and check-out counters around the world giving shit away.In Diflucan, Burke portrays our innermost desires. His poems are impulses on stilts. Burke’s writing snickers at the teachers, the front desk clerks, really anyone who has a moment of authority over you, while just wish we could be that person.

This book, Diflucan by Wayne F. Burke, is good stuff. The poems are clear, direct, conversational in style and tone, easy to read. And this book contains one of the most remarkable poems I've ever read (and trust me, I've read a LOT of poems). Burke's poem "Max" is great. Its mix of angry harsh grittiness and hopeful surreal escapism is a wondrously image-filled daydream filled with eerie juxtapositions. Good stuff!This book is full of good poems. It's an easy read, too. I think I read the entire book in 45 minutes. And that was while stopping to savor and re-read portions that particularly spoke to me.I recommend Diflucan by Wayne F. Burke. Yes, indeed -- good stuff!--Carl Miller Daniels

Wayne F. Burke never disappoints. He consistently pumps out great poetry that anyone with a heart and half a brain can relate to. If you want unpretentious, penetrative poetry, read anything with the name Wayne F. Burke attached to it.