Self-Medicated

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-07-19T13_26_56-07_00

We’re all self-medicated.

Some of us addicted to Cheetos that turn our fingers Donald Trump orange.

Some of us addicted to heroin that turns our souls pitch black.

Some of us addicted to this nothingness that’s killing us in little and large bits.

What if I pretend you’re Sartre as No Exit becomes all too familiar in our censored lives.

I expect nothing and know you expect even less. Our match was made in both Heaven and Hell as we defy gravity and start believing in liberty for all the non-citizens.

Let’s redact our most harmful of memories and promise never to take a full stomach for granted.

We’re all self-medicated.

Some of us swear on the Bible because believing is believed to be the cosmic glue.

Some of us don’t need anything but a pallet on the floor to get them through.

Some of us are addicted to the spark that occurs when the right two words ignite.

Charles Cicirella

7/18/16

Drink

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-07-17T13_39_59-07_00

“In all your revelation”

Sip the injurious brew

Pretend you’re an alcoholic

Pretend pretense is your best and only true friend

Lots of people dying

Famous and otherwise

A cycle of death and life cuts deep into our heavy, multi chambered hearts

And this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last

When you lose someone entirely too close to you and happenstance does nothing but bore the literal shit out of your puckered and putrid anus

Stop remembering when

When up was down and down was just another loose nuke unobserved observation

And you were a Siren lulling me to the shore

Your cunt called out to me like Richard Milhous Nixon before he abdicated the throne

Open the holy book

I double dog dare you to read to me from one of your many irreplaceable chapbooks

We can pretend you’re sought after and that everybody wishes they were you

Let’s stop all this back and forth before one of us gets hurt or worse falls in love and forgets who they are and why they came here in the first place

Charles Cicirella

7/4/16

Tamara

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-07-17T13_19_20-07_00

Stands there

Like a

Bodhi Tree

-

And I am

Awestruck

Like a little kid

-

We begin harmless

Or harmful

Depending on

-

How you look at

Everything

And nothing

-

In the blink

Of a

Revolving eye

-

And I always

Wanted

To see you naked

-

Because I am

Funny that way

Like a Catskill’s comedian

-

And you

Are a Goddess

And there’s no denying that

-

Even when

God is dead

And philosophy

-

Has gone

On a

Respite

-

Let’s shoot

For the stars

And when we

-

Fail

Let’s give ourselves

A much deserved break

-

And dance

In the sun

Like two hot to trot polar bears

-

Hell-bent on

Isolation

And the cool serenity

-

Of another

Scotch-taped

Morning after

Charles Cicirella

7/3/16