Thursday, September 28, 2017

Starling (For Katie Boyd)

Bright colors
Work to her advantage
Aluminum foil starlings
Intellect weaponized

Hand holding intoxicants
Flame broiled sadness
Phoenix capsized Titanic
Batten down your hatches!

Abandoned theaters
Mute stranger’s chemical imbalance
Resistant to changing partners
Entropy squirrels gnaw at our crinkly consciences

I want to go the distance
I swear to God I do
“I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry”
I think I’m telling the truth or maybe I’m not. I don’t fucking know.

Charles Cicirella

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