Secret Alphabets

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-11-22T01_07_45-08_00

Writing again

I think

The kind of writing that will never get the attention of John Burroughs

Sometimes I wonder why that is. Most of the time I just accept the reality lying before us, perverse and swollen, bubbling with machismo and rapid fire flatulence

Christina M. Brooks is considering quitting poetry which really pisses me off because she has a real gift. Plus not sure how you give up something you’re born to do

Smoking pot

Listening to The Doors

Thinking about the young woman who sold me my bong. Her ass looked amazing inside those tight blue jeans. Made me rethink killing myself for the time being

Wanna get high?

Wanna break on through?

Then stop believing the endless barrage of bullshit being spilt like milk or a child’s blood

Charles Cicirella

11/19/17

Just The Tip

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-11-28T22_13_28-08_00

Burned the tip of my finger

Lighting the glass pipe

I guess it’s the price of being a stoner

Always wanted to believe irresponsibility was a virtue

Here’s my rub if fucking little boys in the butt

Isn’t a cardinal sin then pray tell what is?

Drank the two cans of Coke in the frig

Now I want more because it only takes one can

To become addicted to the Black Death that is Coca-Cola

And I wanted to drink lemonade with you beneath a shade tree,

But there’s only the lemons of my life and shade is non existent

In this Donnie Darko darkness

Maybe a sugar free grape Popsicle will do the trick

If I can get passed the flavor of artificial sweetener

I’m not a rat in a maze even though Pavlov is my God

I know the grass is running out

I’d be a liar if I said that wasn’t bringing me down

The genius of being a genius is catch and release

Charles Cicirella

10/24/17

I don’t know how to grieve.

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-11-02T11_58_59-07_00

My mother died

Don’t have a clue what to do with this Intel

All my tears are conscientious objectors from another unobserved police action

I covered up her face with a white sheet

Then I uncovered her face so she could sing like a nightingale

I pray the check to the rabbi doesn’t bounce because I don’t feel like going to Hell today

I don’t know how to grieve

Properly or improperly

All my coping mechanisms have flown south for the winter

Tired of pretending I’m broken

Tired of wishing ill on others because I don’t know how to build my own happiness

Tired of being tired and want to wake up and walk away from all this sadness

My mother is dead

My father has been out of the picture for quite some time

Picture perfect families only exist on TV and in our most warped of nightmares

Grief and I have never quite seen eye to eye

When Hospice called I was inconsolable

Soon I stopped crying and a drought took hold like an absentee parent or vengeful God

Charles Cicirella

11/2/17

Baby Doll Mask (For Juliet)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-11-01T11_01_21-07_00

Sequined pain

Streaming blood pageantries

Rusted Midwest soliloquies

Art witch seductress Brainiac

Bathroom stalled Obsessive

Charles Cicirella

11/1/17