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

Christopher John Campanile

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-07-15T22_13_24-07_00

Sun Warrior

Atmosphere junkie

Joyful soldier of the Lord

Watching him get to know his neighbors made me feel so good

I wish we would have planted his blueberry bushes that morning

Starbucks was a bust, but spending time with him is always pitch perfect

His son Phoenix seemed sullen at first, but at breakfast the next morning he opened up and seemed to really enjoy the stories I told about his father on the road

Breaking bread was great fun and the bacon I helped make hit just the right note as I decided to forgo the ketchup and go commando

I should have bought that kid’s keyboard because in my estimation Chris needs to get back to the business of making music and planting seeds of global synergy

Turn the gas on

Make sure the fireflies light up all your most precious dreams and forgotten memories

Christopher John Campanile is a healer in the truest sense of the word as he takes on the world and helps to enlighten each and every one of us in the glorified process of healing

Charles Eric Cicirella

7/15/16