Nothing
left
Not
even a dribble
Soaked
in the memories of memorized restraint
It
didn’t last long
The
determination to resist a multitude of second chances
I
was tired and I was through with all of those newspaper clippings
Let’s
start back at the beginning
When
words came to me like rainbows and unicorns hopped up on crystal meth
I
was a Rabbi and a wordsmith and a disc jockey chopping through the ether
Just
want to sit on the toilet like a despoiled king or a queen wearing a crooked
crown
Waiting
for someone to pull me out of the jaws of a five alarm alligator
I
cannot find my bootstraps and even if I could I don’t believe my back would
support this everlasting ego
Nothing
right
Not
even a drip or drop of pristine paint or anguished levity
Sometimes
you just have to accept no one’s coming and pain is your very last defense
Charles Cicirella
5/20/18
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