EATING
A DOUGHNUT
CAN’T
DO ANYTHING QUITE RIGHT
I
DON’T NEED A RIDE
YOU
CAN SHOVE YOUR DISHEVELED LIMO
UP
YOUR DUCKMAN ASS
THE
DOUGHNUT STARTED TO TALK TO ME
SAID
I WAS A PRETTY GIRL AS IT BIT INTO MY BOTTOM LIP
AND
SAID HOW DO YOU LIKE IT YOU SON OF A BITCH
AS
I HUNGER FOR HIS DISCORDANT MODALITY
BECAUSE
THIS COFFEE AIN’T DOING ME ANY GOOD
NEVER
FORGET WHEN MY FATHER DROPPED THE
SUITCASE
DOWN IN FRONT OF ME AND SAID EITHER
YOU
LEAVE OR I’M GONNA BLOW MY BRAINS OUT
AND
ALL I COULD THINK WAS HOW HIS GREEN EGGS AND HAM BRAINS WOULD LOOK COVERING THE
WALLS
PEOPLE
SEEM TO BE MAKING LESS AND LESS ALLOWANCES FOR OTHERS
IT’S
AS IF THE ENTITLED AND SELF-RIGHTEOUS HAVE BECOME THEIR OWN SUBSECT AND I AM
FED UP WITH EVERYONE GIVING EVERYONE ELSE THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT BUT ME
YES
IT’S TRUE I DO OFTEN FIND MYSELF ARGUING WITH THE WORLD, BUT
THAT
HARDLY MEANS I AM THE ONE CONSTANTLY AT FAULT AND THE CRAZIEST PART IS PEOPLE
DON’T BELIEVE I SEE MYSELF FOR WHO I AM WHEN IN FACT I HAVE BEEN SEEING MYSELF
QUITE PLAINLY AND QUITE RECKLESSLY FOR AS LONG AS I HAVE BEEN BREATHING IN THE
INNOCUOUS AIR
EATING
A DOUGHNUT
KNOWING
EXACTLY HOW IT FEELS “TO BE WITHOUT A HOME, LIKE A COMPLETE UNKNOWN, LIKE A
ROLLING STONE”
AND
I MISS WHEN YOU’D HAND ME A JOINT AS WE SPIED THE ENORMOUS RED MOON OVER THE CAUTIOUS
HORIZON, BUT I’LL SOON GET OVER THAT BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I BELIEVED WE WERE
FRIENDS YOU OBVIOUSLY FELT THAT PLAYING MIND GAMES WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN
GETTING DOWN TO THE BUSINESS OF BONDING AND MAKING UP FOR EONS OF LOST AND
IRREVERSIBLE TIME
Charles Cicirella
5/14/16
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