Relentless energy.
The point isn’t to try and
guess your weight.
I’m not attracted to fun
houses or mirrors that make me out to be living breathing crime noir.
I just want peace and
quiet and a secret life I can call my own.
Relentless positive toxicity.
Yes such a thing does exist in my mind’s eye, out among the
Pharaohs and High
Priestesses.
I remember when you, me
and Abraham Lincoln sought shelter from the invading storms.
How you and Honest Abe
took to each other like two nitty-gritty guardians of truth often do when they cannot
escape the moon and everyone is looking at them like they’re only wearing a top
hat.
I cannot get Word to
behave. The lines above are not meant to be indented and everything I try only
seems to make the problem worse.
Charles Cicirella
10/6/15
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