3:09
AM listening to her voice, cadence and the pitter patter of her tongue doing
Olympic worthy gymnastics in her mouth temple
I
don’t believe in coincidences and I don’t think that’s a coincidence, but what
do I know when I’m just a word junkie and an action painting like my friend James
Michael Shepard was
The Celestine Prophecy had its moments as did Shirley
MacLaine when she wasn’t on another planet nursing her wounds
The
New Age grew tiresome for me even before it got out of the gate because it comes
off so transparent and I need more meat and potatoes on my unexcavated bones
It’s
been decades since I’ve let my guard down and maybe I need to work on that or
maybe it’s best I stay on high alert because a mind or heart invasion can be
just as intrusive and costly as a home invasion
Poetry
jerky like goat can be tricky to locate, but once you’ve honed in on your prey it’s
just like old home week and who doesn’t need more reggae in their life
When
Jax goes freestyle it reminds me of when I’d improvise like a Jewish gangster hell-bent
on world domination. Then I think about Dutch Schultz lying on that hospital
bed all shot up and some of his last words “A boy has never wept… nor dashed a
thousand kin.”
It
breaks my heart how so many of us feel that we’re unlovable
I’m
now thinking about my own inner child and his mouth smudged with Hershey's
Chocolate Syrup and how high fructose corn syrup will be the death of all of us
if we’re not more careful
When
I hugged my inner child for the first time so many barriers broke apart and I
understood how important it is to forgive ourselves for whatever we may have
done wrong
It’s
now 3:34 AM and my fingers are still looking for the words to catapult myself
out of this ghetto in my mind I cannot seem to move past
Maybe
me and Jax can continue to help each other find our way through the Snoopy dark
as we own up to our faults and the Christmas Star inspires us to travel to Jerusalem.
Charles Cicirella
8/13/20
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