Streetwise, yet lyrical, pieces on nature, sex, and death.
The phallic mushroom on the cover says it all...almost. Rollinson's volume explores the connection between the mysteries of life and death, primarily through luscious poems about fucking ("Picnic"), bodily functions ("Ode to a Piss"), and a number of poems that share their name with the book's title. These last, interspersed throughout the collection at intervals, are paradoxes: gorgeous depictions of really ugly things. Like drowning at sea. Getting hit by a car. Having your head chopped off during the French Revolution. All of these are executed in first-person, so that you get the speaker's perspective on having died, and how it happened; occasionally, their perceptions will surprise you (my favorites of these are "Talking Dead -- The Wall" and "Talking Dead -- The Oak").
There are also a handful of poems in which Rollinson-as-speaker reminisces about his childhood, usually with a friend, usually out in nature: the innocence to experience journey. Then there are the poems about adulting (I'm partial to "Christmas in Andalucia") and scenes from ordinary life ("The Coffee Variations" is my favorite because somebody has FINALLY written a poem that does justice to the wonder of caffeine). These poems will make you want to do something bodily and sensual, and whatever you choose, you pretty much can't make a mistake, as Rollinson's words will back up your desires. Recommended for folks who like poems with clear, concrete images and forthright language. Would also make a great gift for anybody you're trying to seduce (it will tip the scales in your favor) or with whom you are currently having excellent sexytimes. We're all going to die, so grab some Rollinson, get out there, and live.