The second poetry collection from BJS has all of those qualities I know and love, but also treads some new territory. When comparing to Horror Sleaze Trash, the most likely distinction would be a bit less trash and a little more beauty in the words. A few of the poems were familiar, having been released in either Warm Cup of Assholes or Turd Eye, but there is more than enough new material here to make this a worthy read. Near the end of the book there are a few short story type pieces that show a side of the author I had not seen before. They were creepy, odd, and funny while keeping me guessing. I wanted more of these and hope to see Smith do more like them in the future. 4 out of 5 stars.