Ugh, I wouldn't. I'll admit, I went through a phase* where I actually bought Henry Rollins' poetry books.
Never again. Never. Again.
*When I was, like, 15. This was around the same time I rented Hardcore from Lion Video in Coral Gables, and I was freaked out by Henry Rollins chasing Lydia Lunch through a forest and essentially raping her mouth with his tongue. Yeah.