I
know I sound angry, but nothing could be further from the truth.
The
words appear in my head and I write them down as quickly as I can.
Joni
Soule gets it. She always has. We were chosen for some task or another even
though neither one of us has been presented with any blueprints to study or
contract to sign.
I
know I sound mad as hell like that guy in Network,
but it’s not true.
I’m
just a very emotional person and there is nothing wrong with that.
I
don’t hear voices, or see visions in my head. It’s all rather dull till all of
a sudden like a bolt of lightning I must get to the keyboard before the moment
passes and I’m left with nothing but thoughts of what could have been.
Joni
Soule gets it. She always has. I remember when I first spied her at the camps.
She was the one refusing to wear the yellow star because she’s never really
cared much for pointy objects.
I
know you could care less because it’s easier to disregard than it is to breathe the air around Tom Paine’s.
What
I’m trying to tell you won’t just disappear like a Tasmanian devil dust cloud of
hyperbolic horseshit.
I’m
not running for President and the status of class clown no longer interests me
like it once did. There’s a bake sale in my mind and I am selling all my grooviest
of thoughts at half price.
Joni
Soule gets it. She always has. In fact before we ever met there was a place for
her in my heart the size of a stage four tumor and if you don’t get what I’m saying
that’s okay because death and debauchery and lascivious lewd come-ons are not
for the faint of heart no they are for the honest to God dreamers and free
thinkers who drink gasoline like it’s water and gobble up TNT like it’s going
out of style.
Charles Cicirella
5/17/16
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