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Tirana, Albania

Oh
My god
I spend so much time
Doing geography quizzes
On the internet
When I could be applying
To grad school maybe
Because there is something
So comforting
In knowing
Really knowing
And not doubting
That the capital of Albania
Is Tirana.
One time I even
Wrote to Google
To tell them their cover photo
For Tirana
Is actually Prishtina
(The capital of Kosovo).
They haven't changed it yet.
Listen, it's just great
To be sure of something.
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WHEN SOMETHINGNESS BECOMES NOTHINGNESS


vegetable stalks in the drain
radio chaos between stations
a song from somethingness comes on 
something dances with something
who also dances with something
somethings switch partners, dance more
none of them go home with each other 
then nothingness comes around 
with a tall pitcher of mute black 
stolen from tomorrow 
the alarm rings cheerfully 
nothingness bathes somethingness 
on the dance floor
somethingness piles up
in drunken sleep
flowers pulled from the ground 
old batteries in a jar
nothingness tip toes over somethingness
doesn't need a doorway
just becomes the walls, the room 
the fluorescent interspace after
heat and shivers 
and life 

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Inheritance

It’s been a long time coming
And not for nothing
But I wasn’t here at the start
And yet
I am cut from this cloth
Which I forget
Morning noon and night
Oh the horror it takes
To shock me out right
I learned to hold tight
To this cloak and
Never let it slip
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Take A Shine

It's hard making friends
in middle age,
it seems gauche, seems inappropriate;
I'm not throwing keys in the fruitbowl,
you must know I'm content with my lot,
that I want more.

It feels hard being the portent
of some bright new age,
the pub at Christmas,
peers pulled into lives,
mine seems just beginning,
but re-skinned,
a concertina with thigh strain,
so in the pub looking for portents,
wanting to reach back a few years,
find new friends,
for the gauche new age,
I can barely let them see.


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