Watching
Strange Weather and eating chocolate
Oreos
I
am waking up to the very real possibility I’m slipping away
The
truth hits me likes waves upon the craggy rocks
I
cannot escape these impenetrable feelings that I have wronged myself in some
way
I
stopped reading my horoscope because I was tired of the future staring me in
the face
The
pygmy goat across the hall kept me awake morning, noon and night with its
crying
I
treasured the time we spent together until our treasure chest became an
albatross around both of our necks
I
wore a big cross and traveled down south like a pseudo gentile in search of
something concrete or at the very least solid enough to keep my monsters at bay
You
wore a wig hat and acted all high and mighty like a servant of God or music
critic
After
licking the chocolate off my fingers I took a sip of root beer and turned down
the thermostat
Let’s
remember who we are and that when times are tough its best to hunker down like
a reformed saint
Politicians
can all bite me for how little civic duty any of them are actually feeling
We
peacefully coexist or we don’t it’s just that simple once everything comes out
in the wash
I
trusted you until I noticed the knife you had so ruefully stuck in my back
What’s
the point of holding a grudge when it will only make you weaker and more
susceptible to further attacks?
This
loneliness haunts me like a ghost with no recompense and I am starting to
believe this human stain won’t dissipate no matter how much water I pour onto my
raging inferno soul
Watching
from across the room as I tear myself into the littlest pieces and parts
There’s
no coming back from this permanent darkness not when your brain refuses to
shutoff even for just an hour or two
Let’s
cut the chitchat and stop pretending the investment we’ve made into each other
wasn’t real or worth its weight in gold
Pick
the words that best represent you and leave the rest to chance
Making
it up while you go along is about the only life plan left that makes any sense
Turn
down the heat and cool yourself off in the unbearable lightness of your own
being
Charles Cicirella
2/11/18
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