Ready
to grow.
Moon
pours through the trees.
Cat
pounces on dead tortoise.
A
slave to the art.
Justifications
and rationales do not exist.
There
is no glass. All therapists are full of shit.
Printing
innards keeps me grounded and focused on what’s possible.
When
she posts about assembling chapbooks my loins start to quiver and shake.
A
means to an end doesn’t mean a damn thing if you’re not willing to commiserate.
Ready
to get up and go.
Ready
to go the distance no matter pratfalls or syrupy endings.
I
desire to bring out the best in you by sharing only the best parts of myself.
Charles Eric Cicirella
12/2/17
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