I
felt full of shellac, formaldehyde and Drano
Like
the chicken hadn’t died, but continued calling in sick for reasons unknown and
unsanitized
I
couldn’t stop thinking about that abortion clinic and the old Richard Pryor
movies they played on an endless loop
She
kept telling me to be flexible while all I kept thinking was the second she
brings up yoga I’m out the door
I
watched the Muslim girl squirt for what seemed like hours and as the water came
at me like Samurai swords I couldn’t help but wonder how she discovered this
hidden talent
The
last line will get me in trouble with some people, but I’m cool with that
because some people are not all people which we must keep in mind as our country
does its best to run from this dumpster fire it has become
The
fly over states fucked us and that’s all there is to it, but you’ll have that
and plenty more when antiquated ideas are inflicted on all the people like
medicine being fed to a healthy child by a very unwell mother
She
showed me her scars as I shut more and more down because I’ve never been much
for intimacy especially when the panda bear I’m fucking is really a dire wolf
My
words have never fit nicely into any size box and I’m guessing that’s why I don’t
click with any poetry cabals and for that I am forever thankful and forever
anonymous
I
stood there peeing and it made me think that streams of consciousness is how I’ve
always constructed my clay pigeon poetry and how that non-process is all the
discipline I’ll ever need
The
white waves like flying nuns came at me like Hitchcock’s birds as I stood there
and took it because I’ve never been much of a leading lady
You
wanted the truth well like Nicholson spouted “You Can't Handle the Truth!” and
that’s probably true because the truth too often will chew you up and spit you
out
I’m
running out of steam
The
petrol just doesn’t do the trick like it did once upon a time
Never
forget getting off that bus and answering the phone only to hear my mother say “Charlie
you better get here quick I have news and it’s not good”
Charles Cicirella
9/7/18
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