She
tasted like Edward R. Murrow
Meaning
she was newsworthy
-
Dedicating
this poem to J.B. because he’ll get where I’m coming from
Plus
there won’t be any accusatory glances like I stole his best lines
-
Sitting
in only my boxers because when I hit the pipe I choked so hard all of my
clothes became an impediment
Oftentimes
the only comfort I feel is when I stand over the kitchen sink retching in time
with the Final Jeopardy music
-
He
hinted about an escape hatch long before performing his final act of desperation
I
understand you want reparations, but you’re not the only ones who were raked
over the coals and left in the sun to harden like aggrieved melons
-
I’ve
been called a misogynist and will probably be labeled a racist for the last
line, but none of it is true
I
get a bad rap because I don’t believe in cutting off the crusts before serving
the peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches because even rock royalty needs
to learn to eat crow
-
She
wanted to play my bagpipes, but I told her my kilt was at the cleaners and she
bought it
Let’s
focus less on news that is slanted, white washed and pasteurized and hone in on
the atrocities laying siege like breadfruit to our planet’s core
-
I’m
as out of touch as the next American casualty
If
our apathy was worth its weight in gold we’d all be Donald Trump
-
She
fixed my watch by breaking into my heart and taking my very last ounce of
courage hostage
It
distracted me just long enough that she was able to make a break for it while “Break
On Through (To the Other Side)” played in my mind
Charles Cicirella
7/4/19 
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