woke up
shat
out the communication breakdowns
residing deep down in my soul
he called
we discussed Bob as a preacher and
instigator
I was reminded of when we first met and
how likable he’s always been
remove the stained glass separating us
from the animals we chastise when REM sleep has us on the run
Christina M. Brooks a noble and
enlightened soul carrying the burden of light so effortlessly
I’ll never look at a hotel robe belt
the same way again
poetry is in each and everyone of us if
we choose to run with the bulls and weather the stain of stigmata and
the crucifixion of man
some of us leave it all out on the field
while others hold back on living because we’ve never been all that
comfortable with the throttle beneath our lightning stroke hands
the rules of this game shifted when I
spied you naked as The Beatles played their last concert up there on
that roof
come down from your throne and lick me
like a mother tiger licks her cubs
sometimes I become so lonely I’m afraid
I won’t recognize myself when I come out the other end
you taught me how to live and how to give
and for that I’ll always be thankful and hold somewhat of a grudge
Charles Cicirella
6/6/18
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