I
follow the fire as it lights the herb
Carries
me away to a la carte skies
Words
like silent Harold Lloyds thrill with their sequenced autonomy
This
valentine chose you, not the other way around, so you needn’t worry about the
backlash
Ordered
a brownie earlier and I’m still anticipating the perfect moment to visit it
with my mouth, teeth and tongue
You’re
the only acrobat I’ve ever witnessed fly through the air who I believed would
land safe and sound in their own bed
Going
to the circus isn’t what it was once cracked up to be
Even
when I was a child all I can remember is the fear a clown would break loose and
force me to have a good time
I
wasn’t at Woodstock, but if I had been I would have told that young girl to put
her top back on
Experiencing
ecstasy keeps you on your toes as the music drowns out the meaning and hidden
agendas go the way of metered immigrants
I’ve
had enough of America the beautiful becoming America the malignant
The
very second he became President standards were eradicated and rage became an
acceptable tool in our toolbox to wipeout communication and build unnecessary
walls
I
followed her fire as she got in bed and we snuggled together like two mad
scientists in search of their next major discovery
She
always graded me on a curve which kept me looking swell in both of our brownie
batter eyes
Standing
over the kitchen sick, choking on smoke and dreams never quite reconciled
Charles Cicirella
2/15/19
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