The
silence needed to be broken
It
needed to be broken in two
We
need to revere the outliers and stop playing to an inside straight
I
need to learn to take my licks and to not complain when things don’t go my way
We
oftentimes bring it upon ourselves, but that’s not the whole story
The
whole story is rarer than a solar eclipse, but I don’t want to bore you with
the details
And
here we stand awaiting another Pomp and
Circumstance failing of epic proportions
And
the next time we drive across country I will do my best to raise the corn from
the shuttered Earth
She
broke her silence by going onto CNN
I
broke my silence when I left the wilderness and entered the big city for the
first time
Met
Allen Ginsberg. The meeting wasn’t very memorable for either one of us, but
that’s often the case when two Jewish poets meet and have nothing to talk about,
but the poems they wrote about their assholes.
I
am so tired of going against the grain that I’m considering selling myself to
the highest bidder if they’ll have me and the status quo can eat crow all day
long
The
silence needed to be given a good talking to
It
needed to be taken out back and shot in the face
This
isn’t Chicago where de-escalation is the elephant in the room everyone refuses
to feed peanuts and give a fighting chance
I
need to learn to lick the melting ice-cream cone before it gets all over my
hands and I end up with a pocketful of crumpled napkins and sticky, unforgiving
hands.
Charles Cicirella
3/10/16
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