GLASS
HAS BEEN SHATTERED
LIKE
A CEILING OR IMPREGNATED SHOTGLASS
I
FELT NOTHING WHEN I WAS CASTRATED
LET’S
NOT MINCE WORDS
LIKE
MEAT LED TO SLAUGHTER
BY
BOREDOM AND disproportionate DURESS
SHE’S
A CHERRY BOMB POET
HAS
BEEN SINCE BEFORE WE MET IN THAT CLAUSTROPHOBIC STALL
AND
FUCKED LIKE Papier-mâché RABBITS OR LAPSED CHRISTIANS
JULIET
GAVE US ALL A GOOD TALKING TO
GOT
OUT HER SWITCH AND BEAT US WITHIN AN INCH OF OUR TERRORIST CELL LIVES
I’M
A BETTER MAN AFTER WITNESSING HER MACHINATED CONSONANTS AND VOWELS DO AN UNHOLY
DANCE ON OUR OBLONG, LYNCHIAN FOREHEADS
I’M
NOT GOOD AT COMING CLEAN, BUT I STILL SHOWERED AND SHAVED FOR HER READING
SOMETIMES
PUTTING YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD ONLY MAKES SENSE ONCE YOU’VE CLIPPED YOUR TOE
NAILS AND RID YOURSELF OF A SMELLY UNDER-CARRIAGE
LET’S
PRAISE THE CONQUERING HERO ONLY AFTER HE OR SHE ADMITS DEFEAT AND SHIRKS AWAY
LIKE A CRUSHED and DUPLICITOUS VILLIAN
MALFORMED CONFETTI LITTERED THE GALLERY FLOOR
LIKE A TICKER TAPE PARADE GONE BAT SHIT CRAZY OR A HOMECOMING QUEEN OUT FOR
REVENGE
I
LOOK FORWARD TO PUTTING HONEY ON MY BISCUITS NEXT TIME WE ORDER FROM MR.
CHICKEN
YOUR
POETRY HATCHLINGS NEVER FAIL TO DISLOCATE AND DISLODGE MY MOST PERVERTED AND CANCEROUS
OF NIGHTMARES
CHARLES CICIRELLA
10/17/18 
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