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
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