I’m
Fay Wray
No
wait, I’m King Kong
Ding
dong Iggy Pop isn’t dead
And
I want to eat a hamburger with him.
I
want to move the Earth with you Kat
I
believe it’s possible because my cup runneth over
As
we stop revisiting our pasts because doing the same thing over and over again and
expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. I’ve been in love
with you even before Little Richard got religion or the Holy Ghost recorded an
album called Blonde on Blonde
It’s
true I can kick the crap out of any blank page without even a second thought,
but when it comes to looking you straight in your sock-monkey- almost eye
saucers I feel as light as a baby Jesus and as bright as a phoenix burning up.
We
shouldn’t be afraid of the skyscrapers or the black helicopters buzzing around
like some angry drone bumblebee, as fat as Belushi when he was full of cocaine
and despair
I
just happened upon the word Weegie and I want to ask you about it, but don’t
wish to offend
We
come from two entirely different worlds and yet still share the same sun and
moon.
I’m
Fay Wray and I swallowed King Kong because I was hungry and also because he was
just a big ham
You
are the sun, moon and stars as you make my mind ice skate over a frozen lake of
vipers and dung beetles
Imagining
listening together to David Bowie as we live our dreams and our dreams possess
us like a Southern Baptist preacher’s fire and brimstone sermons
“Wake
up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up, the wicked witch is dead!”
Charles Cicirella
1/13/2020
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