Words
tie us down in forever compliments and wet, unrepentant kisses
I
don’t even know her middle name and still I so badly wish to sit on a bus with
her as she goes about her daily commute and the religiosity of existential
nothingness
Playing
doctor with you would be up there on another level and I promise to warm up my stethoscope
before placing it on your "Wee
Willie Winkie" chest
Katie has always recognized
whatever genius I may or may not possess as my intellect turns its back on
traditional medicine and gives acupuncture a try
I was blinded by her
science which I’ve always found rather amusing because I’ve never been much of
a Thomas Dolby fan
This poem is taking
its good old time like a chicken afraid to be fried or a crime that’s found its
moral compass and stopped on a dime
The fans that I had
flew the coop because I was either too rigid in my dogma or flaccid when it
came to looking the other way and coughing
Groupies are never
there when you need them as the rock star steps onto the stage and another
cheeseburger is left half eaten by a wishy washy vegan
Kat purrs with all
the authority of someone who listens to their lion while still knowing in their
heart of hearts Van’s one crazy bugger
I wanted to hold her
hand, but didn’t want to come off like some Beatles song
The name dropping
has to stop as I leave my conscience on the bathroom floor next to the dried
vomit from last week
We are two ships passing
in the night as daybreak stubs its toe and a new morning is postponed
Charles Cicirella
9/4/18
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