I write words like no one else.
Maybe
that’s why no one listens.
Either
they cannot hear the brilliance
Or
they can and it’s too much
For
their outmoded intellects.
Shall
we break for tea and break a few skulls?
How
do you feel about violence and all the crying silences?
I
look forward to when I lay my head down on the
Soaking
pillow and either wake up in a daydream or
Not
at all.
Some
will read these words as depressing when nothing
Could
be further from the dislocated truth.
I’m
no suicide case, in fact I don’t believe in death wishes
Because
when you blow out the birthday candles everything
You
wish for rarely comes true and when it does watch out.
It’s
been so long since I’ve seen the real you. In fact it has
Been
decades since I’ve felt comfortable in my own skin.
Rusty
recently asked about Katie Boyd and the poems
I’ve
written for her. It’s nice when someone makes more
Than
an effort and clearly cares about you.
I
write words like no one else and some take notice
While
most could give a shit less. Me, I’m just doing my best
To
doggy paddle through the wistfulness of when I was a child
and a curfew actually meant more than promises broken.
and a curfew actually meant more than promises broken.
My
heart was open for so long I started to take false positives
For
granted.
Charles Cicirella
4/6/18
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