They say I’m a poet
They say I’m a Jew
Don’t even know who they are.
We pretend to change partners
We pretend to accept the breaking news
Not sure why I called you up in the first place.
They say this and they say that
They say nothing at all with their mouths full of
pollution
And whoever they are I am caring less and less these
days.
This isn’t a poem or some misbegotten prophecy
They say we’re the chosen and I say show me the contract
signed in blood
I’ve never believed in the small print, but that does not
mean it’s any less binding.
They say he was a teacher
They say he was an outlaw
And I know exactly who they mean and why shooting stars
are so important to our beleaguered belief systems.
Charles Cicirella
3/10/2014
