Thursday, May 02, 2019

Written while listening to The Walker Brothers (For Kat and Jerry)

matchstick lights lips ablaze
static electricity our friend until it’s not
some people rot in hell, other people rot in heaven

laid back, fearing nothing
fights break out even before the barbecue runs out
I never slighted you; I just forgot to continue to pay attention

we could stop pretending and cross the borderline into a new country
harps blown through the blood of strained fruit and illegitimate seventh sons
football players pay the price for loving the gridiron by losing consciousness

femme fatale girl next door mailroom maelstrom milk maid
these words are our words and we share them like blind super heroes
dreams of villages burning plague my anguished Passover cries for freedom

Charles Cicirella

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