keep waking up
like a
poltergeist
bodies buried in
my hedgerow
wake up
wait to see
if the despair
is still
prescient
sometimes I
take a shit
and the hopelessness
heads for the
exit
what’s with
8:14am
why that
particular
time like it’s
cognizant
of some deeper
meaning
poem’s not
coming
like I want it
to and I’m
not sure what to
do about
it other than
wait and see
Charles
Cicirella
6/20/18
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