She
writes like the wind.
A
pirate plundering blue marigolds.
A
mission statement turned on its patchwork head.
The
generic pills will not be the death of you.
You’ve
never allowed anything to slow you down for too long.
A
masterful witch who enriches everyone she comes into contact with.
Poem’s
coming out crinkled like an angry doily or a balloon animal retaining water.
1776
is America’s official beginning of its nationhood. It’s also the year you
stopped making sense and I had to finally buy a gun and face up to the
insensible facts.
Paralysis
has been kicking my ass since 2002, but it beats being put out to pasture or at
least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I
dated an assassin who trained me in the art of excommunication.
Juliet
knew how to take a drag on a Camel cigarette like no one I’ve encountered
before or since.
Was
going stark raving mad until I slowed my roll and realized everything really is
better "when it's sittin' on a Ritz."
She
writes like a steppe wolf hunting a Caspian seal.
Been
on fire since a blue tipped match ignited her passion and blew up her world.
I
am a mynah bird mimicking the human voice. My dark-brown plumage keeps me ever
mindful that I can always take flight.
Charles Cicirella
1/27/18
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