Let’s
not forget
That
would be dumb
I
know you hate when your lack of intelligence is put on full display
Eating
falafel and hummus and listening to “Singer's No Star” by Waxahatchee
It’s
chill
I’m
chill
There’s
smoke everywhere
I’m
in the middle of a fire of my soul
It
burns like an old, angry tire
Let’s
stop pretending
Our
friendship has turned into a hostage negotiation and I’m tired of not being
able to order the club sandwich
Angry
sex may mean pounds lost, but I refuse to fuck for fashion
Let’s
get to why we’re really here
The
main event
The
pearl of the orient
She
glimmered in the advocacy of the lightbulb’s temperance
Her
manipulation wouldn’t hurt my pride as much as put it in a headlock
She
got milk and I got a swift kick in my blue Post-it Note daydreams
Jazz
blows out of the coffin speakers like yin and yang lightning strikes
I
was a believer, then a cynic, now I’m a lighthouse keeper who’s lost their will
to spark
I
know you hate when humanity gets in the way of your evil plan, but that’s the
way it goes when you’re a Superman villain and Gene Hackman is no longer in the
picture
Charles Cicirella
2/3/19
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