I
want you
I
want you so bad
I
want to check you out of the library and never return you
Listening
to Marty sing about today and I almost want to relate to a flower child, I said
almost
I’m
from the Lizard King’s school of turn a dispassionate eye to all hippies, just
because I have long hair doesn’t mean shit
Just
tried saving this poem only to discover I’ve already written a poem entitled “I
Want You,” what can I say I’m nothing if not redundant
Wish
to walk through an enchanted forest with you, where I don’t have to worry about
the trees conspiring against us
Mother
Nature is not always vengeful and will oftentimes take our breaths away before
we realize our mouths were never open
Around
the bend we go like a stubborn meatball or Steinbeck’s Red Pony, throwing caution and Sense
and Sensibility to the epistolary wind
I
just dropped a load like Elvis did before going into the Army. I intend no
disrespect because I know how commendable it is serving your country and the
load I dropped was no friend of mine.
Being for the Benefit of
Mr. Kite! is
now playing in my head like David’s lost chord or Leonard’s Tower of Song
I
desire to stand the test of time with you, long after we’ve looked our makers
squarely in the eye and no longer accept defeat as the only plausible conclusion
Charles Cicirella
6/25/19
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