Poetry Jerky (For Jax)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2020-08-13T01_08_15-07_00
 

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

Lasting Impressions (For Jax and the Creative Director)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2020-08-12T19_34_08-07_00

Last few days words have eluded me, but I’m gonna give it a try now

I want to talk about Jax and the Creative Director and the beauty that still exists in our world

Leonard wasn’t messing around when he wrote and sang “That’s how the light gets in”

We cannot break beneath the pressure exerted by a greedy, gluttonous crowd that only takes for themselves and gives nothing to anyone else

Neo liberals and conservatives alike need to stop speaking in tongues and pretending their glad-handing actually amounts to anything more than more red tape because people don’t forget and people is what our world needs to always be about

I flipped a switch when I was fourteen and accepted the sacrifice that comes when you answer the calling and stop pandering to the death merchants and virus peddlers around every corner

Christ didn’t call himself God not even when he was backed into a corner and a crown of thorns was placed atop his unwashed head

I understand you’re feeling feeble and are fed up with all the word salad being served up like manna from a very dispirited Heaven, but without faith we’ll stay bound and gagged for an eternity of hellfire furnace kisses

A crisis of conscience is just that a crisis, but if you grab a shovel you’re sure to dig yourself out before you’re paralyzed by a low self-esteem and the apathy that’s forever nipping at our heels

I believe we’ve lost sight of what a perfect offering is, but that doesn’t have to be the case if we hang on just a little longer as the doves of peace return home and shelter us in their grace

Last few days I felt as if words had turned their backs on me when actually it was the other way around and all I needed to do was sit down in front of the keys and rediscover that rhythm in my fingertips and endless streams of undiluted consciousness

Jax and the Creative Director get it because they never give up no matter how tough it gets because when it comes right down to it we’re all beasts of burden that need to take a holiday and start believing in ourselves again.

Charles Cicirella

8/12/20

Stick the $400 up your ass. (Or The Pale Horse and Horseman are on our trail.)

If you don’t believe the news is rigged just surf back and forth from one news channel to the next and you’ll soon notice they’re all reporting on the same stories at just about the same time.

Also have you ever wondered why no one is really pushing back on dumbass? I mean as much of an imbecile as he is and yet not one single journalist truly pushes back on this sadistic prick.

Right from the get go we hear well he’s the President and must be treated with the respect of the office and yet when the office has been mocked beyond repair I think it’s time to take the gloves off.

Look at how poorly President Obama was treated by the republicans and yet everyone is bending over backwards to make damn certain dumptruck isn’t insulted to which I say fuck that.

Even during a full blown pandemic and still his briefings are reported on when in actuality they’re nothing, but an exercise in futility.

Today he said children are immune from Covid-19 which is not only a boldface lie, but is dangerous speech because many ignorant people listen to this bullshit and act accordingly.

Now he has signed executive orders which are all part of the republican’s grand plan to defund Social Security and Medicare and instead of taking to the socially distanced streets, we stay indoors grumbling because we cannot watch sports or go to a massage parlor for a happy ending.

Stick the $400 up your ass because it was never, as you call it, an incentive for people to return to work, but instead is a way for families to stay alive while the pandemic continues to clean our red, white and blue clocks.

I used to believe that once it was a matter of life or death that people would finally wake up, but instead the opposite has happened as our country turns into a death cult where even a child’s life isn’t sacred as the herd is thinned right before our dispassionate eyes.

Charles Cicirella

8/10/20

She sets my mind on fire (For Kitty Kat)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2020-08-04T14_21_01-07_00

I desire to unzip her mind so we can step out of time like in Doctor Who or any really good Victorian novel

I’d tell you what beckons me, but what would be the point of frightening you and putting you in harm’s way

The hellhounds on my trail are of my own devising and like any truly great and desecrated Blues singer I’ll go down dying from a bottle or a bullet to my head

Let’s forget dinner and skip to takeout Chinese and a tub of your favorite ice-cream

It’s been decades since I’ve drizzled butterscotch on anything worth giving pleasure to

That last line was intended to be tender, but felt more vindictive and nasty when it left my mouth-fingers and carpet bombed the cauliflower-ear-page

She sets my mind on fire as she has a tendency to do, it happens completely out of nowhere as I hunker down at the keys like a hunter or clown poet

I want to talk about Phil Ochs and not Bob Dylan for a change

I want to revisit Phil’s Gunfight at Carnegie Hall because for true Americana, it’s up there with the bald eagle and Woody Guthrie

Katie gets me like few do because she listens to my music undisturbed

Katie’s brilliant from top to bottom because possibilities are endless and lost horizons are just the tip of the iceberg

Kat’s on a first name basis with the angels in the architecture and knows just how important it is to never let them see you sweat.

Charles Cicirella

8/4/20

Mediocre Poet

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2020-08-03T13_15_43-07_00

People come after your poetry

The one gift you feel fairly confident about

Buttons pushed because some people are ensconced in a universal mind of depravity and depression

I’m now racking my brain about that time to try and figure out what great secret everyone is keeping from me

Of course there is no secret and to allow addled minds to come after you is something I cannot be party to

I left in December of ’97 and had very little contact with Jim after that and to have this stirred up again all on account of a record skipping is something I’m having a difficult time getting my skullbank around

My friend Linda asked how I continue to find myself in these situations to which I answered when you’re close to the fire it’s next to impossible not to get burned

The beast within called and asked if I wanted to come out and play and I never once considered hanging up because that would have been rude, plus I’ve always been a sucker for mutual assured destruction

Let’s start at the beginning when the pomegranate was swapped with an apple because Snow White wouldn’t have known what to do with all those seeds

I’m now looking for answers where no answers can be found because the truth is the connection between Bravecloud and Redcloud was as ironclad as I’ve always believed it to be

I’ve never been a low hanging fruit, but as targets go I’m easily taken out because I refuse to shield myself from the cutthroats who are trying to take you down a peg or two as you aspire for greatness or at the very least to remove yourself from the gutter

Sound judgement tells me to hunker down and to not raise my head from the hole I’ve currently dug myself into, unless I feel like having my head blown off and my heart picked apart by buzzards and buzzwords alike.

Charles Cicirella

8/2/20