Monday, February 20, 2017

Ninth Poem (Pharaoh)

Not thinking about Ann-Margret or Mary Tyler Moore.
Want to hang out with Neko Case. If that’s not too big an order to fill.
Saw her guest host on TMC and it further endeared her to me.

Breaking unleavened bread with an old pornographer not all it’s cracked up to be.
Caught her in Chicago. She was the wolf and I was Little Red Riding Hood.
I don’t believe in pinups because I never know where to drive the spikes in when there’s no open palm.

Leaving things up to chance is for the Hitchcockian birds and I refuse to stay at the Bates Motel because I’ve never been fond of showering with my Eyes Wide Shut.
You want the skinny well then you best do the heavy lifting because I will not wait hand and foot on people who have no clear boundaries and have never read a Crews novel.
I know I’ve dropped a lot of names, but I swear it’s not to show off my smarts. In fact I promise to pick up all of the cultural references I’ve put down once the Dandelion Wine is drunk and this “Ring of Fire” has been permanently laid to rest.

Not thinking about Red Skeleton or Lucille Ball.
Just want to hang out with Neko Case in some dive bar on the outskirts of town.
We could discuss all the ABC Afterschool Specials we watched as kids and how it shaped us into the fucked up people we are right now.

Charles Cicirella

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