Genesis (For Joni)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-09-06T12_41_27-07_00

Let’s start at the start when fig leaves were not yet in fashion and modesty was but a twinkle in the Creator’s third eye

Why aren’t more people writing and painting with blood these days?

I believe it’s been true from the beginning of recorded history that those in the trenches inhaling the mustard gas will always be the first ones silenced and the last ones through the cowboy-swinging-doors

I can hear her hacking in the other room and it makes me think of Van’s “TB Sheets” and all he must have gone through just to get her a glass of water

These words are my blessed savior and these words always find a way to get me through when another canary in the coalmine is muzzled for its bright colors and its immutable voice
You want things to change? Well who doesn’t, but with change comes sacrifice and sacrifice has always been a slippery slope when facing down another biblical storm

I was standing by the Wurlitzer carefully selecting the tunes I wanted to hear when she sashayed into the room like a twenties flapper or terror suspect with only allegiance on her mastodon mind

We danced like Beautiful Losers have a tendency doing when we knew the end of the world was at hand and we didn’t feel like fitting ourselves into a bathroom stall and fucking like two container ships lost out at sea

I held onto her hips for dear life as she swung me around the claustrophobic room and left nothing to the imagination including the birthday suit she was wearing underneath

Genesis wasn’t just a band it was a way of life as balls got rolling and Sisyphus sat down and had a smoke

We pulled up to the door so she could drop off a check and all we could talk about was the sad state of affairs of another employee dropping their cigarette butt in the mulch

I wanted to get out of the car and bitch slap the person, but figured what good would it do when all over the world people are hurting each other with the choices they make and don’t make in the blink of yet another closed and uncaring eye

Charles Cicirella

9/4/17

Dementia

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-09-06T08_44_05-07_00

When I place my ear against my mother’s skull

And listen like she’s a seashell at the seashore

I can hear the wind howling through her bones

I’ve been entrusted this gift and I’m going to use it now

Sit still as a stiletto stabbing a topographic map

And drain the pus from my Atlas Shrugged brain stem

Maybe I’ll strike it rich while panning for goblets of gold and empathy

Or maybe I’ll end up at the Las Vegas Rescue Mission again

The strip laid out before me like a Beatty treatise for another stalled movie project

Let’s keep this dementia between us because not all Manchurian Candidates are ill-informed and not every garden party has Mr. Hughes hiding in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise

I’ve stepped on bigger toes than yours and though there’s no doubt you could buy and sell me what’s the bloody point when everyone ends up buried beneath mounds of paperwork and shovelfuls of dirt

I can hear the train imploring my mother to either make up her mind or stop being kind and to simply call it a day

Dementia must be taken seriously no matter how difficult it is to face

Matters of the heart are hard enough, but when it comes to the brain too many people consciously or unconsciously check out

My mother is the toughest person I’ve encountered in this life and even she is helpless at the hands of this silent killer

Charles Cicirella

9/2/17

“..Just like a whiskey priest with a master plan…” (For Mike Rep)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-09-04T20_28_04-07_00

It’s not pretty

This life

This death

It’s all circumstantial

The evidence

The witnesses’ statements

Talked about Tim Hardin

The Lizard King

Jim was always on our Picking through The Wreckage With A Stick Skull Banks

It was Mike who got the ball rolling

Who lovingly fucked with my future because he knew all roads led to Drapez

The question shouldn’t be whose chosen, but instead who is willing to disrupt their moral judgment when all bets are off and the rules only annihilate you

He’s the first shaman I’ve ever met

Sure he’s full of guff, but he’s also chocked full of sacred medicine

His midnight drive will beat your daily commute every day of the week and thrice on federal holidays

It’s not over

Not by a long shot

Not by any stretch of our belabored and rancid imaginations

Charles Cicirella

8/30/17

The Horsemen of the Apocalypse

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-09-03T15_15_59-07_00

Death has been on my mind a lot as of late

Some lines come out easy peasy

Others train their entire non sequitur lives to be difficult

Killing the midwife on impact

I know you never wanted things to end up like this between us

You can cut the weirdness with a butter knife and I hate when I go to the store and they’re out of salmon cream cheese and the only bagels they have are frozen

My intensity burned you out like it has a tendency doing, but that’s still no excuse for your frequent lies and non-disclosures

Thinking now about when I saw Julie’s taut mid-section and how I miss it like a good cup of coffee and a stroll through the autumn leaves when the dew kisses your bare feet and your mouth hasn’t awoken yet and found its appetite

The Horsemen of the Apocalypse never call in sick

They’re like the post office except their customer service will literally slay you

I remember when we passed Go and didn’t collect two hundred dollars. I also will never forget when you got your first paycheck and left me in the excruciating dust

I fed you and even bought you Oreos, but even that was not enough to show you just how nice a guy I can be until the tables are turned and you turn your back on me

Death has been on my mind, as of late, like a pregnant cello or a penguin with no real sense of direction

I’ll never forget your distress signal and how it made me love sick and wish I wasn’t such a pushover

We stood at the gate awaiting either a queen to appear or at the very least someone who didn’t reek of good fortune and wasn’t against living off his or her piss poor servants

While she rang up my groceries I took a good long look at her big ass and thanked God there was a creator with such good taste

Charles Cicirella

9/3/17

The Theft of Identity #2

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-09-03T12_25_37-07_00

She protects herself by staying shut down

Her default setting is to simply not care about anyone’s feelings including her own

If you have the nerve to call her out for the rudeness she portrays like a sculpted mound of shit she’ll just do that Eeyore goofy grin or if you’re really lucky she’ll laugh like a poisoned cartoon character

It’s true she distracted me from my routine and at this moment I’m no better for it

It’s also true I dragged her kicking and screaming from her cocoon and made the caterpillar finally face the facts of how beautiful a butterfly she truly is

There are no lasting truths except for the absolute beliefs we must nurture inside our calcium bones from before we were born and long after we drift into the ether

She’s doing her best to push me away because I somehow reached her Tootsie Pop center and discovered just how many licks it takes to reach the Promised Land

My default setting has always been irascibility and that sets her off like nothing else

I make her come up out of herself like no one else she’s ever considered dating because she’s not used to feeling anything but paralysis and doom

The theft of identity can and will fuck you up. It can also bring things more sharply into focus and help you to overcome the obstacles of apathy and the resistance to self-love

I know she believes I’m full of crap even though if I catch her at the right moment she’ll admit that she thinks about me still

When I watched her undress and escape inside a widow’s vacant kiss it helped bring me back to life and I desire to do the same for her if she would just stop taking the easy way out and realize there’s another path, full of fragrant flowers and user friendly trees

Charles Cicirella

9/3/17

“He told the High Sheriff”

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-08-01T20_12_23-07_00

Thirty pieces of silver

If you believe the stories

If you believe one red headed disciple can bring down the world

Mary was also a disciple

Quite possibly the one closest to the fold

Of course she gets less press because of the blood running out from between her angelic thighs

Get ready to bury one more civilization under newspaper clippings and the eyes of the dead

The Nazi’s made lampshades out of Jews’ skin because they had nothing better to do with their spoiled time and loved the unclouded light pouring from a victim’s undeniable suffering

They called them Concentration Camps which was a bold faced lie. Leave it to the Germans to fill up mass graves with irony alongside the bodies

I’m not writing this to shock anyone and doubt anyone is even bothering to read it

The cave drawings must be sketched upon the walls even if no one is paying attention and Ben Carson decimates the projects because poverty is a choice according to his out to lunch brain

I’m no prophet and refuse to cover myself in excrement and stand in the center of town yammering on about this or that coming apocalypse

We had it coming just like every empire before it that believes it was too good to fail and too good to take care of its less fortunate

Don’t get me started on the hypocrisy of Christian Family Values and how every serpent believes fervently that they are God’s favorite

We all have a little or a lot of the Devil inside of us and until we start to accept this truth as self-evident we’ll continue to fail like the braying donkeys we’ve always been

Charles Cicirella

7/20/17

Superimposed-Glitter-Reality (For Juliet)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-07-31T22_16_01-07_00

Snake venom

Feather boa

Landlocked misprint

Femme fatale

Blow Up

Fever pitched

Stand your ground

Sockeye requiem

"Four Dead in Ohio"

Foregone concluded

Dinosaur dystopia

Shaved avocado

Spine curvature

Vomit reflex

Lawn darts

Chain smoker

Nicotine fits

Sleight of hand

Come what may

Come what goes

Poisoned pen letter

Charles Cicirella

7/31/17