Joni Soule Reading #2

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-27T12_22_39-07_00

Dueling Banjos (For Kenny Mullins)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-23T14_13_56-07_00

Stand up and be counted

Or sit down and shut the fuck up

“He got a real pretty mouth, ain't he?”

We’re being led astray by a dog that cannot wag its tail and chew gum at the same time

Follow the white haired Jew screaming about a revolution because that’s the only way out from all this austere gluttony and neo liberal syphoning off of the working poor

Not only are there no free lunches, free range chickens in every pot is just another old wives tale and organic is no healthier than if you cannibalized your next door neighbor

Stand down and resist the temptation to overthrow the government because absolute power corrupts absolutely and next time you ask about pardons take a good long look in the mirror and try to come to terms with how much of a loser you are

Falling in love with your image or falling in love with money are the same thing and neither one will make a lick of difference when you’re shitting in a diaper and cannot even remember the sound of your own name

I get that you suffer from terminal low self-esteem, but that’s still no excuse for putting a gun to the head of America and making us suck your flea dick

Charles Cicirella

7/22/17

Everything's Dead

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-22T13_01_51-07_00

This lump in my stomach isn’t going away

The onion I’m peeling is my own existence and I’m tired of coming up short with tears in my indispensable eyes

The narrative got changed while bullets were flying over our heads and you washed your panda slippers for the millionth time

I know we can’t go back to the beginning and what would even be the point?

Before I came out to Middleburg Heights and we ate turkey and corned beef sandwiches

The library was a bust and so was the poor bird that got squished, but putting my hand on your thigh and you later telling me how it made your pussy throb will continue to replay in my Sodom and Gomorrah mind until the end of time

Everything’s dead or at least on life support and maybe that’s for the best, at least until she figures out what she wants and what she wants to do with my cadaver

We were in a corn field. Just me, you and the car that drove us into this mess because I fell asleep at the wheel and thankfully woke up before we hit the culvert

I’ve never been all that great at following through, but I swear someday I’ll put away childish things and accept the death sentence of being a grown up

I hear trucks pass by as you sleep and I imagine them bringing you samples because you deserve only the best as all of this uncertainty goes by the wayside like roadkill or organic vegetables

Seeing how we’re putting all of our cards on the table I told her I was falling in love and thankfully she didn’t hang up the phone or run from the room with her hair on fire

Everything’s dead and that’s okay because I believe in the Lazarus effect, meaning that the raising of the dead is more than possible in these days of box wine and roses disguised as Hershey’s Kisses

Charles Cicirella

7/19/17

Juicy

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-20T10_11_51-07_00

I want a Baconator.

I want it now.

Want it in my mouth and all over my Jewish-Sicilian lips.

Your ass came out of virtually nowhere.

Like a ballistic missile shot from an underground bunker straight to my unexpecting heart.

I love how you play it off like it’s no big deal when actually nothing could be further from the truth.

We resist temptation or we don’t.

It’s just that simple and the older I get the more I realize temptation may be the very last virtue we have left.

Never much cared for owls. It’s difficult caring about an animal who has eyes in the back of its head and is wiser than King Solomon on a tear.

Your ass calls out to me like a collect call from a prison of the universal mind.

I desire to break on through and cleanse The Doors of Perception by telling you everything that’s weighing me down and letting the chips fall where they may.

Of course it’s a dangerous proposition letting one’s guard down, but it also gets mighty boring always staying above the fray and never getting one’s hands and heart dirty.

I want a Baconator.

Want it like I want you on all fours, barking at the moon as I take you from the back like a miner mining for the bloodiest and most striking of diamonds.

You told me a secret with your eyes that I kept to myself for as long as I possibly could before spilling it upon this killing floor like music that must be shared with the world.

Charles Cicirella

6/21/17

Beautiful Resistance (For Lambryah)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-18T11_14_56-07_00

These words will not save me

They’re not intended for such paltry tasks

In the middle of the night I called out to her and she arrived in a honey pot

Somethings make sense, while others do not

The way you opened up and are now shutting down tears at my chalky bones like an illiterate adult trying to read the Jewish News

I always jump to conclusions and someday I’ll probably jump in front of a train. That’s just what poets do when poets run out of Wheel of Fortune consonants and vowels

I know you don’t understand when I say I believe you’re the last person I’ll ever make love to and perhaps that statement is both over the top and pathetic in its statuesque randomness

It’s just I’ve known since the first time you tried to hide your smile from me while on video chat that we were more than meant to be and that a late checkout would not be a problem

Every time I experience you in your birthday suit it’s like the very first time because your beauty both bewitches and bewilders me like the best graphic novels always have a tendency doing

You play inside of me like the most haunted and ridiculously redundant of refrains and that’s a very good thing because I’ve never been able to memorize the words so humming will most definitely come in handy in a pinch

I left the station at half past nine while in my mind it was our Brief Encounter that was of the utmost importance and left me whittled down like a sharp stick or canoe

In the middle of the afternoon I drank some much needed coffee and waited for you to respond. Thing is you’re most definitely losing interest and that is killing me like a thousand origami swan paper cuts to my already low self-esteem.

Charles Cicirella

7/18/17

A Reading of Joni Soule's Poetry

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-16T09_31_05-07_00

I Love Looking At You (For L.A.T)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-04T12_46_57-07_00

Beauty is skin deep

Actually it’s way deeper than that

Truth be told never knew I was a poet until you checked me out

Starts slow

Everything worth savoring takes its time heating up

You taught me that as you came from my words and images slathered in duck grease and my Jewish-Sicilian saliva

Another poem to add to the ever growing stack

It’s four hundred and fifty one degrees and we’ve not even set any books on fire yet

I want to drink Dandelion Wine from your button as you answer my questions with “maybe” and that soft smile you always have on the tip of your acrobatic tongue

Beauty is skin deep

That’s what they say when they want you to buy one of their overpriced skin products

Your beauty is so deep I’m afraid to wade in until I check that my passport is valid and I have some form of identification on me

Happy Birthday America!

Charles Cicirella

7/4/17

Teacher (For Abiah)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-03T14_28_13-07_00

Everything laid out before you like a catalog

That’s what he said, then he was dead

Just like that

The electric bulb was extinguished

Like death and taxes

There was no chorus

He was funny like that

And dreams will dismantle you

When least expected

Everything went to shit

From out of the blue

Something hit me

In the side of the head

Like a bolt of lightning

Or fan mail from a stalker

Like a teacher

She brought the class to

Some kind of order

I learned stuff

I never dreamt possible

My intensity, her kryptonite

Superman and Lois Lane

Absolute beginners

More pizazz,

Less theatrics

I read too much

Into every stroke of the pen

My feelings a torrent

Of water parks and deserts

There’s something for everyone

Until there isn’t

Charles Cicirella

7/3/17