I like Alive At The End Of The World... but it underwhelmed me. Jones is a talented poet, to be sure, and there were many poems in this collection that sparkled and shined ("If You Had An Off Buttom, I'd Name You Off", "Saeed, How Dare You Make Your Mother Into A Prelude", "Black Ice", "Sorry as in Pathetic", "Against Progeny", and "A Difficult Love Song for Luther Vandross", to name my favorites), but I feel like Jones doesn't trust his audience enough. He overexplains, overshares, and keeps a tight grip on your hand through the whole collection. It's understandable given the subject matter, and especially the possibility of misunderstanding something as intimate as these poems (and frankly, I feel like the Saeed, or the Other One series in this book hits on this). But it does hold the work back, unfortunately.