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    The speaker stopped answering their phone and destroyed their nerves, watching their old life burn away. They boarded up their windows to avoid intrusive light, feeling mocked. The poem expresses the speaker finding safety by remaining inside and letting their thoughts stream freely at home as a witness rather than participant in the outside world.

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    The speaker stopped answering their phone and destroyed their nerves, watching their old life burn away. They boarded up their windows to avoid intrusive light, feeling mocked. The poem expresses the speaker finding safety by remaining inside and letting their thoughts stream freely at home as a witness rather than participant in the outside world.

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    The speaker stopped answering their phone and destroyed their nerves, watching their old life burn away. They boarded up their windows to avoid intrusive light, feeling mocked. The poem expresses the speaker finding safety by remaining inside and letting their thoughts stream freely at home as a witness rather than participant in the outside world.

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    Suicides & Anginas

    (in agoraphobia major)

    Stopped answering the phone a few weeks ago


    Threw my nerves into the lake and set it on fire
    And I just watched as my old life burned to ashes
    The tree I had planted, my watering hole, my sky
    Bulldozed with violence spinning like children
    On a merry-go-round ride, sepia tone printed lies

    Rubberneckers let it all hang out when it counts


    So I killed my lights and boarded the windows
    Because I grew tired of the light’s intrusiveness
    How dare it mock me like a mad object of …
    And there we go, off beat, like a jazz poem

    Where it’s safest


    To let it all stream
    Where we’re safest
    To let it all stream
    Remain the witness
    Stay inside, home
    Home
    Home
    Home

    ~ Goodnight life ~

    David Powers
    January 9, 2010

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