So the guy who wrote about smut peddling aliens and barbarians and all that good shit writes poetry, as it turns out. With an eclectic mix of greasy, cheesy, salty and sweet, Kent Hill brings his unique spin to poetic verse. With musings on aging action heroes, zombies, giant robots, vengeful clowns, goat-killing trolls and toilet humour, Hill leaves no stone unturned in this rambling odyssey with words that rhyme. Come check it out . . . if you have the time.