Hanging
on the chandelier like a chimpanzee high on potassium and freedom that comes
from living a life outside the norm
We
twist in the wind when we’re not careful and step on a crack or allow a black
cat to cross our undesignated path
Jax
gets it because she’s been pulling out all the stops since before even she was
a bambina and the Silk Road unraveled before her like Guthrie’s ribbon highway
I
plugged in because tuning out was never an option plus I’ve never been good at
doing what I was told when it hardly made sense and I felt the need to stretch
out my artistic prowess
I’ve
learned you must just start creating be it words on a page, paint on a canvas,
music in a studio of your own mind because without art there is no oxygen and
without oxygen there is no life
She
sent me a picture of her daughter and so many feelings welled up inside my
chimney body I just about blew a gasket and had to go to the toymaker to
recalibrate my taproot zymology
Frozen
in crustacean time I had to crack open my own shell before I could finally feel
my toes and go about the good work of lending a hand and reinventing the wheel
They
aren’t exactly marching orders, but are instead purple fingerprints and make us
weightless like the gravitational pull of Shatner’s method reacting
Every
night we watch an original episode of Star
Trek because something about it reminds me of when I was a child and hunger
was just another word for Go Tell It on
the Mountain
Jax
never picks up her toys and goes home because what would even be the point when
we need more playdates in a world of broken down hearts and their inability to
pump blood back into the Temple Mount
People
reject my poetry as just endless clutter and to those dead souls I say shame on
you for pretending you’re in touch when nothing could be further from the truth
Swinging
through the trees like a great ape completely comfortable with their lot in
life because this great ape knows we can always escape the box we’re in once we
accept this jungle is of our own devising and can be rectified once we stop
being afraid of the reckoning that is to come.
Charles Cicirella
7/10/20
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