watching the storm moving on,
there's a strange song playing on the horizon
a special request on the world's
24 hour devastation radio network

I live in a disappointed land,
lawless since you've gone
making way for a dilapidated
governance of the mind
depressed or inebriated always

our language is wet and dripping
with the perspiration of words
used so often that they no longer
have meaning ( I miss you )
now I am used to this
unpretending silence

you call it the calm before the storm
and I, the fury of an unemployable friendship

as the rain falls, I take comfort in
the release of tears I refuse to cry
the storm is moving eastward--maybe it will find you
should you care enough to listen a while
instead of seeking shelter

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oo, "unpretending silence," spiff.

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