Snake
Slithering
Snake
Forked
tongue
Lights
out
Opaque
civilization
Shoot
the messenger
Don’t
shoot the messenger
The
truth will always find a way to rise to the top
No
one appreciates the written word
Even
God Almighty found the Bible to be lacking something
Trust
yourself even and especially when it feels like you don’t have a friend in this
world
Porous
mind
Check
into the unconscious hotel
Room
service will blow your mind into mirrors of elasticity
I’ve
never wanted to be a soldier
I’ve
only ever wanted to be a writer
Now
I’m both as urban camouflage wreaks havoc on my superego
Marc
this poem is for you
I
haven’t a clue why
Perhaps
you can explain it to me over lunch, dinner or a walk in the park
Charles Cicirella
4/20/18
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