It’s
hot and muggy as fuck
Welcome
to Cleveland where rivers go to burn
I
need to exit this city before Charlie puts himself out to pasture
Wish
to see her tattoo or tattoos if there are more than one
I
want to get to know her ink on a first name basis
Then
go down on her like she’s never quite been paid attention to before
We
stand up pretending we know anything about civil disobedience
When
the ugly truth is we all have it too posh to make any true sacrifices
Walden
Pond is a long way away and counting ants is no longer that popular of a pastime,
if it ever were
All
the great thinkers are dead and for Cleveland’s poetry scene, too many rest on
their laurels while others hold over your head publishing your chapbook and it
all stinks of mediocrity
While
I was hammering out the details I became distracted by your Scottish essence
and the way you light up the world with your demure skills of polite domination
Imagining
holding hands as "Obviously 5 Believers" blasts from your tiny
speakers and we whisper silent words into each other’s Jack-o'-lantern circadian
rhythms
Charles Cicirella
9/13/18 
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