Unnatural Attachment opens with the plaintive cry for terrestrial love with the beautiful poem "Help Me," and ends with the resounding declaration of trust in the inevitable love of God in "I Shall Be Released." In between dances a whirlwind of frenetic verses that are sometimes shocking, sometimes horrifying; other times breathtakingly coy and sweet, but always unforgettable.

Past readers of Moses' aching, bitter, raging philosophical poetry will not be disappointed by new offerings such as "Hell Was Made for People like You" and "Nothing Sacred Could Be Applied to Her", which rampage exquisitely in a A Celebration of Failure.

"Alone: A Poetic Journey Into Despair" is an over ninety-poem hyper-ride through the darker corners of the human soul. Desperate, immediate and harrowing, poet Simon Moses has forged a work steeped in sorrow and tangible longing.

These are poems of my misspent youth. I wrote more than 700 of these dark, existentialist verses - most between 1989 and 2003. I was inspired by many things: personal experiences, conversations I've had, music I listened to, books I have read, and films I have seen. You will probably find echos of all the things I've loved if you look hard the enough: The Smiths, The Cure, Morrissey, Joy Division, New Order, Depeche Mode, Pink Floyd, The Doors (and Jim Morrison's poetry which is pretty damn good), Camus ("The Stranger"), Sartre ("The Wall, "Nausea"), Hesse (especially "Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair's Youth"and "Steppenwolf"), Nietzsche, Byron, Blake, Shelley, Wordsworth, Keats, Emily Bronte, Emily Dickinson, Alfred Hitchcock, Twilight Zone, Rebel Without a Cause, Film Noir, H.P. Lovecraft, J.G. Ballard, Milan Kundera, The Bible, Shakespeare and all the ten thousand things that form layer after layer in my mind. In some ways, I am an infinity away from many of the poems I have written and my philosophy has evolved in certain areas. But it is up to you, the reader, to take what you want from these poems and see if they are worthy of being layers in your mind.

I want to be your poet...
And your poet alone.
I want to use you
And be used by you;
Engaging in a relationship
That is unhealthy in the extreme.