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The drive on the new jersey turnpike
Has created and killed more poems
Than I have in all of my notebooks
7A to the stateline
That stretch of road is covered
In the wit I couldn't hold on to
The similes smile at passing cars
The hurtful words you will never hear
Smile ear to ear
Every time red lights flash
In a speeding SUV's rear view mirror
The ghostly grin of poems that barely begin
Stanzas I will never finish
At least they existed once
Just like me