For those who fall into a coma at the mention of the word "poems," this collection of short you-know-what's is for you. Each poem (hey, wake up!) is a soft tipped arrow aimed to brush past your funny bone and then bounce off your verse averse heart. (High-risk readers are advised to wear an extra sweater). Most of the tiny epics gathered within these covers were written in New York City, during the years of the Guiliani administration. Themes touched on include love, stars, snow, city, and office. As a collection, everybody gets lost in brooklyn is alive with the poet's task to seek out the special in the ordinary. Lyricist Arthur Hamilton has written of Mr. Korduba's poems: "You write feathers and arrows and on one or two pages I touched a rose."