Sunday, January 15, 2017

Twelfth Poem (Now You See It, Now You Don’t)

It’s gone
Just like that
Never to be seen or heard from again

And it felt amazing
And it stopped me in my tracks
And when I came up for air I knew I’d either be a new man or a very old man with a new lease on life

She left town
In a flash of one hundred and fifty proof white lightning
Not even the shrewdest private dick could locate a whiff of her cheap perfume

And we do whatever we must do to survive
And the wheels of justice came to a grinding halt once upon a very long time ago
And I understand you want it dark, but trust me you don’t want it this dark.

Charles Cicirella

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