Cheapside Afterlife, by George Rawlins

You want coruscating imagery and serious slapstick verbal hijinks with fantastic mouth-feel? You want frolicking, untrammeled effusions that would make Fanny Hill kick up her skirts and yell for more? You want a supercharged drag-race through the heart of a “complete genius and a complete rogue,” father to the great Romantics, dead by his own hand at 17? You want cutting edge verse that makes your brain bleed with delight? You want George Rawlins’ Cheapside Afterlife my friend.

—Charles Harper Webb, author of Sidebend World