Here's one poem from the collection. Recieved a lot of positive feedback, so I thought I'd share.
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To A Son or Daugther, Friend or Wife
To keep the flesh, we've donned a harder steel,
but must we be so hard to everything?
Our hearts drawn on crumpled paper, quartered:
love hate will and despair, housed forever
at our worst? Must we court this disrepair?
Admirers and devotees, lovers
decided in our rancor, and our spite.
Or are we merely lost to our own streets,
to jungles of dilapidated signs?
Left falling with our hands tied by the vines
of this jungle, climbing back up the trees,
as naked apes beating our chests to death.
Should I take that steel, please forget my name.
I could not bear it falling from your lips.
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