Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Gaunt (For Mikal)


Restless embers
Burnt to a crisp
Underground passages
Transcontinental railroad

Millennials talk shit
Tethered to their smartass phones
Activate your personalities
Drop and give me forty winks

Gaunt writer
Tilting at stained glass windows
A repository of fact and Shot in the Heart non-fiction
Carves musical explorations from coffee grounds and midnight oil

We stand at the gates like barbarians or James Garner private dicks
His interview style is on a need to know basis
Brandishing the skill of a surgeon wielding his pen like a scalpel or unicorn horn
He’s stood in the flames of deliverance and damnation longer than even he can recall

Charles Cicirella

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