What
the fuck happened?
Last
I heard you were taking over the world
Now
you’re dead and another poet goes unsung
You
weren’t just above the petty politics of the Cleveland poetry scene you were
beyond it like some galactic space invader who knew their place and was ready to
blow it up if necessary
First
time I entered your orbit was at Snoetry when you bought Little Caesars for
everyone
When
someone needed a ride you’d go out of your way to bring that person to the
light and you even did that for me on a number of clandestine occasions
The
news of your passing continues to hit me as hard as Lou’s Berlin
Poets
shouldn’t die they should turn into stardust which I believe is what’s happened
to you
Never
forget your disgruntled beast of an automobile pulling up and the neighbors
acting like Gort had just landed and no one quite knowing how to receive this visitor
from another planet
What
the fuck happened?
I’m
at a loss as I search the dictionary for words to cover my sadness and not
leave me such a wreck
You
had the entire poetry scene in a chokehold and did it with such gentleness no
one ever felt short changed or insulted when you came down the chimney and ate
the cookies and drank the milk intended for Santa.
Charles Cicirella
8/1/19 
1 comment:
I can't believe it. He was tireless, an amazing supporter of poetry.
I'm so sad he's gone.
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