Thursday, March 30, 2017

Seventh Poem (Check Your Ego at The Door)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-03-30T15_11_13-07_00

(For Ralph La Charity)

Checked his ego at the door
Then he got up on that stage
And wailed like a saxophone

Knew him in the nineties
When we were both ancient and naked as the day we were born
Met again on FB as we dodge bullets and pray we end up as more than just collateral damage

I believe we both found safe haven in the words because you can never count on a sanctuary city with the clowns who are now running the asylum
They screamed at us until they were red, white and blue in the face “You can’t handle the truth” and we just laughed because we knew the truth was laughing at them
Emptying the dishwasher, mowing the lawn and taking out the garbage are chores I’ve never enjoyed doing, but I’ll write a poem for you any day of the week and thrice on Sundays

Check your exalted and storm chasing attitude at the Pearly Gates and never forget how St. Peter looked out for you when you went through the wrong doggy door and ended up in Hell
Academic poetry and sludge have more in common than any ivory-tower-tenured- professor will ever know and it’s not actually even poetry if you take into account all of the blood you’ll never be able to wash from your pugilist fists
We must push each other just a little further down the road past the celebrity-ass-monkeys who believe in reality TV Presidencies because their hedge-fund-guru told them investing in apathy is a surefire way to become uber-wealthy and uber-ripped

I do not believe in the religion of AR-15 rifles, but I am totally in agreement with the guy who recently killed three teenagers when they broke into his home wielding knives and brass knuckles
The getaway driver fled and still she might be facing murder charges because that’s just how Oklahoma rolls
Ralph and I need to go on our own rampage and show the duplicitous masses just how lethal words are when they’re shot from a mouth armed with nothing but the First Amendment and a belief in oneself to always make a lasting impression.

Charles Cicirella
3/30/17

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Fourth Poem (It’s Imperative That I Cum)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-03-25T16_27_40-07_00

Came yesterday
Came the day before that
Still it’s imperative I cum today

We stress over the little shit
Allowing the details to interfere with our synergy and sacred flow
Transfiguration may have something to do with it, just ask Bob if you can catch him off the road

And this poem will not get me out of hot water
In fact these words will hardly cover my hotel bill and the cost of doing business with a prostitute when you desire to ride bare back and cum in her ass
I said I was a parser of words not a surgical technician or IT fuck that can hack into the DNC and influence the results of an election

I came yesterday and it was no big deal
Felt some residual guilt before washing my hands and becoming a new man
Still it’s imperative I cum today because even if my only connection is with porn it’s still a connection I must work on when the chips are down and all the poker faces lie dormant like sheep in need of a good night’s rest.

Charles Cicirella
3/21/17

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Third Poem (Chuck Berry)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-03-18T17_27_56-07_00

Fuck
The
White
Noise

I
Want
It
Black
As
Night

Lethal
Dangerous
Sublime
Shenanigans

Waiting
By
The
Railroad
Tracks

You
Snuck
Up
Behind
Me
And
Laid
It
All
Down
Like
Beethoven
Or
A
B-3
Bomber

Now
You’re
Dead
And
I
Am
Sad

In
Three
Days
You’ll
Rise
Again
And
All
The
Kids
Will
Be
Rocking!

Charles Cicirella
3/18/17