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SONGS

Nuclear waste in my front yard

Four million pounds of radioactivity

Sitting a stone's throw away

Pools holding back pillowing waves

Cranes cradling layered casks

Decommissioned, being demolished

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Myth of Sisyphus

Absurdity is a state of mind I crawled into

But I still try looking for a preface by Camus

Thatll tell me I’m being illogical 

By looking for a way out.

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Protecting my Peace

I am boring. I protect too much of my peace

By never doing anything but drink, 

Or stay home and sleep away my time alone.

What kind of person does that make me?

Boring. 

I forgot how to be kind to strangers. 

I forgot how to assume the best of their intentions.

I fear them and don't let them close. 

No new friends. Isolation preservation. 

Rude.

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GAS! GAS! GAS!

Today I donned a gas mask.

I had to take my glasses off

For a closer fit.

I felt secure in the thick rubber

Behind the canisters

Even though one of mine had

A pacific blue patch

Indicating prior use.

In the chamber my eyes stung

And my throat dried.

Like it was shrinking

Sinking up into my

Quickly clearing nose.

The gas

Hurt and relieved

Simultaneously.

My face raw it glowed.

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Consummation

She doesn’t bite

When she eats me.

She doesn’t chew 

On my insides.

She eats me like

A snake considering 

A round mouse,

Flicks of her tongue 

Rest on me and 

I try not to jump.

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On Being On

I hardly have anything to say

It's not that I’m too shy

to share my mind

(Ok actually I am) 

But it never gets to that point 

Because I never have anything

In my head

In the first place

I sit and think but 

my mind goes nowhere

And holds onto nothing

I sit blank in the nothing

In my room after work 

On the couch facing the TV

That isn't turned on

I think me and the screen 

Are the same

We ourselves hold nothing

of entertainment value 

Unless filled with current

Electricity eccentricity 

Connected to outside 

I envy the TV

I can't seem to figure out

How to flip my switch 

I'm not holding the remote 

But sometimes

A few beers in

A backlight within me

Sprays polarised rays

Onto my tongue 

And I have words to share

And I am on

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you deserve to experience the love you give