Strips
everything to the bone
Wears
a sardonic smile and a gumshoe fedora
Brave
enough to crawl into the breech as the bonfires on the beach shine their bright
luminosities and the strangled Christmas lights remind us of besotted hope
Her
anger changed him into another man
An
invisible man
He
always showed up until he didn’t and that was the straw that broke the camel’s
last hump
These
songs are an interrogation under an undressed bulb as our sheetrock chemistries
leave us in the vandalized dark with a dead feeling lying atop our suicide
vests
“Inside
my heart locked away are all the things I’m meant to say and all the songs I’m
meant to play for you are locked away in my heart.”
The
evil dead are at the bedroom door endlessly knocking out their smash mouth melodies
Meet
the challenge by doing your chosen work no matter how small the room is
The
boardinghouse is meant for those down and out, not idiot savants or stable
geniuses who believe a trade war will change a fucking thing
“I
was saying fuck you before you were born. I’ll be saying fuck you long after
you’re gone.”
Charles Cicirella
6/2/19 
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