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goddamned
when did imagination become an organism in my psyche

in this eye of the storm
sea and sand swept onto the last acre
a house with its lights out
this isn't the time
while shearing winds tangle tree limb and wire
while everything stops on the New Jersey Turnpike

it is a vestige of illusion
unwanted nightmares of not so long ago
thoughts that make you think too much
of a broken heart out of touch
and blood shot eyes impaired from tears
pouring like waves over sandy dunes

tears have a taste too
they taste like the dead sea inside of me
the flavor catches in the back your throat for years
loss of life can pull love out of your soul
with cutting pain coursing through
until you are sliced to clarity

a nobody left in no where
but maybe with a little hope and prayer
as the storm subsides
there maybe somebody
who can show me
something somewhere