Waiting for the Lame Horse

I found this in a random used book/antique gift shop, just sitting out away from the other books, and I liked the title so I flipped to a random page in the middle. I kind of liked the one poem I read so I bought it since it was $1.50 and thought it might be a magic hidden gem. It wasn't. There were some well-crafted, beautiful lines - but on the whole, something you would see from a talented sophomore in college. Quick read, fell apart a bit at the seams (literally), smelled of age and moth balls.