Friday, December 13, 2019


Before we disappear
Let’s reassess our options
We’re red hot like Grand Theft Auto

These poems are short
Because I have little to say
And I’m hungry for magic

There’s a pizza in the oven
Cheese fell off and is burning
I hope the fire alarm stays mute

Condensation is our biggest enemy
Because it realizes our greatest fear
Disappearing before we’ve had our say

Let’s watch an Orson Welles film festival
And get lost in takeout Chinese
TCM is oftentimes the most lethal aphrodisiac

Before I disappear
I must confess
I’ve always been biased when it comes to you

Charles Cicirella

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