Friday, April 07, 2017

Eleventh Poem (Stuck Here On the Outskirts of Normalcy)

Want to hear you moan as I thrust my missile inside of you from deep space.
You’re like an alien lifeform and I cannot understand your language or the way you emote with your otherworldly mind.
I know what you do for a living and I also know I don’t have two sticks to rub together so I guess in that area I’m shit out of luck.

Oftentimes we believe we’re making a difference when in reality nothing could be further from the gilded lily truth.
You on the other hand with every move you make and moneymaker you shake are telegraphing the motion of the ocean and it leaves me speechless and in need of a bed.
Somewhere along the telephone line I dropped a quarter into the slot and sadly nothing came out, but one penny candy and someone else’s bellybutton lint.

Right before we met I discovered myself watching more and more porn. I’m at the point now where it’s hard to cum because I believe I’m not allowing my body enough time to produce more semen.
The curves of a woman’s body speak directly to me like heroin speaks to the addict and God speaks to the afflicted.
A black woman’s curves are a whole other story because I believe God is a black woman and you are her protégé.

Sometimes I pull it out when in mixed company forgetting that they may not understand the sign language I speak.
Like a Chimp whose extracurricular activities don’t mesh with the other research chimps I’m often out in left field while everyone else is getting filled up on a variety of fruit and leaves.
Lost my train of thought and then I lost my engineer’s cap. I felt completely naked so I came in here hoping you would cover me with your outlandish sense of humor and a lapse in decorum I’ve always admired about you.

Desire to peel back the layers of your onion and cry as you grunt and grumble like one of Snow White’s Seven Dwarves.
I know when you play hide and seek it’s for keeps and that no one is a better confessor than you.
You’re all topsy turvy and that’s okay because just like a ride at Disneyland at some point maintenance will come and repair whatever may be temporarily out of order.

Charles Cicirella

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