Monday, May 30, 2016

Spew


I
Thought
I
Would
Spew
Back
At
You
Even
Though
You
Stopped
Listening
Because
I
Guess
That
Is
Easier
Than
Hearing
An
Opinion
Different
Than
Your
Own

You
Talk
About
How
I
Was
Degrading
Your
Character
When
In
Reality
The
Only
Character
Assassination
Happening
Was
To
My
Character
As
You
Ran
Me
Through
The
Perpetual
Ringer
And
Made
Me
Feel
Worse
Than
I
Already
Did

I
Know
You
Are
Still
Not
Pleased
With
How
I
Acted
When
We
Dated
But
Enough
Is
Enough
As
You
Give
Everyone
The
Benefit
Of
The
Doubt
But
Me
As
I
Lie
Here
Like
Some
Gutted
Fish
Waiting
To
Be
Either
Wrapped
In
Newspaper
Or
Consumed
By
A
Murder
Or
Crows

Friends
Should
Be
Able
To
Have
Differing
Opinions
Without
One
Friend
Acting
Like
We
Are
Back
In
Grade
School
And
I
Checked
The
Wrong
Box
And
You
Decided
It
Was
Easier
To
Unfriend
Me
And
Pretend
I
No
Longer
Existed
Because
My
Character
Flaws
Became
More
Than
You
Could
Conceivably
Handle

I
Am
Spewing
Because
I
Cannot
Stop
Thinking
About
Your
Poisonous
Confections
And
How
Irresistible
You
Are
When
Creating
Your
Next
Book
Of
Spells
Curses
And
Incantations

I
Meant
It
When
I
Said
My
Love
Was
Unconditional
No
Matter
The
Fair
Weather
You
Continue
To
Attempt
Shoving
Down
My
Gullet
Like
A
Fistful
Of
Half
Dollars
Or
Baby
Doll
Heads

Charles Cicirella 5/29/16

Thursday, May 26, 2016

The hits just keep coming (For D.B.)

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-05-26T14_55_45-07_00

I’m not going to say his name
This isn’t Harry Potter
Still I refuse to spill the beans

You want hard luck
Read some John Fante
I was never all that impressed, but that hardly means anything because I’m pretty damn sure Bukowski was onto something when he waxed poetic about this relic of dust and brick

It doesn’t matter
I’ll take more allergy medicine
And I will feel better for another eight hours

The hits just keep coming
Think of me as an abused poet who needs to go to a poet shelter and beat this addiction to words and the silence quaking between the consonants and vowels
Vanya White and Pat Sajak will come and give some life affirming presentation about how they have no problem being just another sellout on the puzzle board of life

Let’s not bother with names
Or professions
Or why we find ourselves wishing we were better gamblers and didn’t believe so resolutely in doing our abandoned and forsaken work

I was a “King Bee” before I gave up the sweet taste of honey for more mundane and less inspired tasks
Now I play at a Holiday Inn in my mind on the weekends and keep things interesting by playing Russian roulette like Johnny Ace did before one auspicious bullet slowed him down for ever after
And never forget I loved you when you were nothing and will continue to love you when you’re trace energy because there is nothing like the supernatural to keep one guessing and on their toes

Charles Cicirella
5/25/16

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

The Music inside My Head Wants to Come Out and Play

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-05-25T02_50_40-07_00

Did you ever have one of those days when nothing went right?
It’s as if there is a Greek chorus rolling around your brain.
And it’s not funny, and it’s not healthy as your well-being leaves you in the lurch.

She was covered in somebody else’s blood, but she assured me she hadn’t hurt anyone.
I didn’t know what to think because we didn’t have a mop or even enough paper towels to soak up all of this red paint.
She called me her anti Boy Scout because I never seem prepared to handle anything as I fell to pieces and wished I was by myself listening to Patsy Cline or Jim Reeves.

Did you ever have one of those days when the music inside your head begged you to let it out so it could play like all the other kids?
Sometimes we cry for no reason while other times we know exactly why our eyes are welling up with the tears of the misdiagnosed and misaligned.
And it’s hardly funny when nothing makes sense and all you feel like doing is crawling back inside your hermit crab shell and calling it a day and a night as a symphony of hurt washes over you like blades of prickly, uncut grass.

Charles Cicirella
5/25/16