Lie Down

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-08-05T00_09_30-07_00

The words are coming

And when they do

You best be ready

You best be prepared

You best be best

And there’s no rest for the wicked

Or at least I think that’s what I heard

When I was listening through the keyhole

And you were on your knees blowing

The President of the World

Do you remember being famous?

Or better yet do you recall when you were infamous

And graffiti dripped from your every pore

Like an expensive beverage you can only drink

When you’re already three sheets to the wind

The words are on a bullet train to your brain

And when they arrive I promise you’ll feel better

You best be willing

You best be chilling

“You better you better you bet”

And nothing is worth this unremitting humiliation

Not even discovering your worst nightmare is really a dream come true

And I’ll never forgive you for forgetting what I once meant to you

As we both prayed to the same porcelain bowl and got nothing in return

The words are coming and when they arrive we’ll both be shit out of luck

Charles Cicirella

7/30/16

Eliza and Justin

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-08-03T23_34_22-07_00

I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting Eliza yet,

But I’ve met and hung out with Justin on several occasions

And there’s just something about him that always makes me pause

And think this guy has got it going on – this guy merits applause.

There’s no question our senses of humor mesh like two angry,

But forgiving junkyard dogs calling bullshit on the world because

We’ve convinced ourselves this shithouse is about to implode

And there’s nothing to be done about it, but buy marshmallows.

I understand Eliza is a General Manager at a Swedish Bakery and

It makes sense Justin would fall for a sweet tooth technician because

He’s one of the good guys who never fails to make everyone’s life better

With his Intestinal fortitude.

Charles Cicirella

7/24/16

Syndication

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-08-03T01_11_15-07_00

Watching Columbo and playing with myself

There’s something about Peter Falk that gets me all hot and bothered

Maybe it’s the cut of his jib and the way he wears his magical raincoat

Though actually I believe it has more to do with how he always has

One more thing to ask to crack the crime and put the guilty party behind bars

Watching Kojak and abstaining from the pleasure of pleasuring myself

There’s something about Telly Savalas that keeps me coming back for more

I believe it’s the cool way he does everything including sucking on a lollipop

When watching him I feel like he’s got the situation handled and I’m in good hands

And let’s not forget his voice as smooth as silk and as persuasive as rolling thunder

Listening to Nick Cave and wishing I was dead

I don’t mean it or maybe I do

I don’t fucking know

I’ve never done heroin, but if I ever did I’d want to do it with Nick Cave

Swallow the bad seeds and drink down the infected blood and never forget you are one of the chosen and completely flame retardant

Watching all of those bad poets up on that sequined stage reading their God awful Ginsberg-doppelganger poetry and wishing I could light a match and burn

I turn on the television like every other stupid American when there’s nothing better to do and even FB refuses to be my friend

Salvation these days is more channels than we’d ever be able to watch in a lifetime because don’t you know less is more and I guess if you’re not a refugee you’re one of the lucky ones

I love when people tell me they prefer my poetry with shorter lines like my longer stuff just misses the mark and will never end up properly syndicated.

Charles Cicirella

7/31/16