Everyone’s
striving to write the next great American poem
Me,
I’m doing my best to unwrap a stick of chewing gum with a stream of
consciousness mind
When
they deride Steinbeck for Travels with
Charley all I can think is that old dog deserves far better
Nearly
36 years ago I wrote a poem about the moon and it carried me back across the
River Styx
I’m
not tired and I’m not going to bed anytime soon and still I want to love you
while you are as fresh as a day lily and I’m unscented like the humorless wind
She
broke wind in Kohl’s and I found it adorable because that’s how I roll when the
opposite sex makes me comfortable enough to let my guard down
Everyone’s
striving to be the biggest troll online which is quite sad because it makes you
wonder what happened to summers of love and spring times when chocolate Jesuses
rose again?
I
believe it was the gap in Letterman’s teeth that made him the stellar late
night host that he was
Carson
had nothing on him when David would have kids on to do their science
experiments and you could see just how invested he was
Writing
never feels old hat and if it ever does I’ll stick my head in the oven like
Sylvia did because the bell jar is never half full or half empty, it just is
I
nearly took a nap about thirty six minutes ago, but then the fruit punch gave
me a rush of adrenaline which can only mean when I crash I’m gonna crash hard
and leave no impressions in the porous sand
We
took Aldi’s by storm because it’s not about what they can tolerate and until
they learn to respect their customers, I’ll just keep on beeping and demanding
they order tartar sauce all year round
Charles Cicirella
4/26/19
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