Nose
started to bleed tonight
Stress
of the world affecting me
Atlas
shrugged and chunks of blood reminded me I’m human
It
was right before the bonus round on Wheel
of Fortune
Started
feeling more like Ratso than the Raging Bull
Midnight
cowboys call out to me in a restless sleep and before I know it DoorDash is at the
door and I’m unwilling to own up to my order history
The
small stuff is bound to kill each and every one of us before the big stuff even
makes a dent
We
must withstand the grinding ineptitude of it all because there’s no God pulling
our free will strings and justice for all is a flagrant lie
Leggings
are okay, but I miss jeans and the kernel of truth in their tight exit strategy
Stand
up tall, even and especially when you are a person of small stature like me
It’s
not about over compensation, but instead about the strength of our music
festival characters and how much of a shit we’re willing to give when we’re
reduced to shitting in a bag
Hit
the road hard, stick your thumb out on the side of the endless highway and
never forget when Neal did this the counter culture was still in its infancy
I
stared up at the ceiling and pinched my nose to stop the blood from flowing
onto my Beatles tee-shirt
Everything
is taking its toll and if I don’t get stoned soon my pathological complacency
will replace whatever power I once possessed
Tell
me a story, any story to keep me awake and from zoning out because the poetry
is my DNR and these words are my funeral procession
Charles Cicirella
4/26/19 
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