Saturday, April 04, 2020

There's simplicity to it.

Not death
Never death
Ever evolving

Volcanic pressure
Funeral child
Brautigan express
To Tokyo
And beyond

Our horoscopes are not contagious
Neither is our bad politics or petty grievances
Each and every one of us is a standard bearer
Each and every one of us is a torch and a spark
Our planets are aligned and our spirit animals are entwined

Always Life
Make up your mind - Make up your bed
Stop the whole orphan act
There’s nothing wrong with being a circus person
Open your eyes and waltz into the light

Charles Cicirella

Healing Crystal (For Kat)

Heart light
Star bright
Eye witness

Some prefer it lukewarm
Super spy, model citizen

Latency period
Hibernating ghosts
Shamanic presence

Hillbilly blues auteur
MapQuest visionary
Manic depression groupie

This is our tick tock moment
Our time to burnout or shine
You’re a roman candle whose wick has been exposed

Tiger night
“Day Tripper”

I love you.

Charles Cicirella

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Glad Wrap

I desire to bite hard on your nipples while reading you passages from the Bible you did not know existed.
It will be like the first time my mom took me to Safety Town and I wouldn’t let go of her hand because I knew there was a good chance she wouldn’t come back to get me.
Don’t buy their BS that to get along you mustn’t ever speak your mind.

I’m no one’s therapist, savior or stop gap measure so how is it I could have manipulated you into doing anything against your will when I was as see-through as a Koi pond at twilight.
Let’s stop cutting the crusts off our gluten free bread and remember how good you felt when you finally stood up to Marilyn or told Janice you needed to take some time for yourself.
You hold the levers to your own victory or defeat depending on how much pressure you apply, when the blinders you’ve been wearing for far too long finally give up their ghost and you’re left with a social life of skeletal remains and requiems of snore and burp.

How will you ever fully blossom if you keep cowering to your father and how was I a bad influence when all the decisions you made were your own?
Will you ever accept responsibility for the strong, beautiful human you are or will you continue to take the easy way out, allowing everyone around you to do your heavy lifting while you stand back and pretend you’re a victim.

Charles Cicirella

Saturday, March 28, 2020

“ferry across the Mersey and go for the throat”

Accept no guilty verdicts.
Learn to do hard time by squinting your eyes when you undoubtedly flinch.
It’s all so perverse and light on its feet.

Job’s on full display as we do our best to shelter-in-place.
Sisyphus had nothing on us, because at least he could touch his face as he perpetually rolled his bladder back up a steep incline.
I’ve been on your wavelength since mankind touched the moon and even before that I knew it was up to me.

It’s time to either put our cards on the table or admit we’re bluffing.
Let’s leave the casino before the dust and melancholia settles in for good.
I’ll always regret chastising the host or hostess at that Perkin’s after seeing Bob. Sometimes I can be such an asshole.

For some people letting bygones be bygones is the only way they know how to save face.
If you don’t feel comfortable being forthcoming with me what’s the point of even being friends?
I believed we had each other’s backs and that we were always real with each other. Now I don’t know what to believe and if you can even be trusted, as you blame a pandemic for how you’re acting and accept no responsibility whatsoever.

Charles Cicirella