Monday, April 25, 2022

Smart Phone Poet

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2022-04-25T11_35_41-07_00

Pick up the phone, God is calling.
She’s pissed off at your displays of empty bravado leaving you looking like a pathetic ghost or worse yet an American corpse.
This train wreck we call capitalism has just about run its course as white privilege and white noise cancel each other out.

Answer your smart phone with the big screen and multiple cameras.
Answer your smart phone before it figures out how to cancel you.
Answer the questions the Grand Inquisitor implodes upon you like reality checks to a failing conscience.

Do you recall when you starred in your very own Spaghetti Western and the good, the bad and the ugly were not even a footnote?
Your CliffsNotes are soaked in the blood of a student body that never studied quite hard enough to evade their own busted and broken lives.
I turned my back on the status quo a long time ago because I already knew keeping up with the Joneses was tantamount to your head being discovered in a freezer in Wisconsin.

Pick up the phone, Batman is calling.
He needs your help to rid Gotham of the crime wave spreading like another unchecked STD.
He figures you being a poet might make you impervious to all the jackals tearing out peoples’ throats as easily as opening a letter.

Answer this question why do we continue to turn our backs on all the disuse and discredit plaguing us?
Why are we so ready and willing to protect the criminals while allowing the victims to constantly suffer?
This train wreck we call life and life only is just another failed excuse to a marriage of convenience and a divorce from the truth.

Charles Cicirella
4/25/2022

Sunday, April 24, 2022

Head Space

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2022-04-24T08_29_21-07_00

We look at the sun and are afraid to burn.
We look at our faces in the mirror and are already scorched.
There’s a lesson distilled in all of us, if we’d only learn to turn the page and walk away from everything and everyone that is doing us harm.

The boxes we bury ourselves in day in and day out would be far less constricting if we only put down the pipe and learned how to forgive ourselves.
We’ll never speak the language of the stars if we continue to lie in the gutter like some guttersnipe or little rascal.
I desired to pet your kitty until realizing your kitty was just as poisoned as our junk food ideals and celebrity recipes for martyrdom.

The Gambler was right “You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run.”
My friend was recently detoxed and it saved his life, but please understand everyone struggles with their own addictions and the rabbit hole is just one step away.
Snapchat and Instagram recently did my head in with all the paid escorts who are one more false fa├žade in a sea of greed and treachery.

Babu, I give you money.
Babu is the only one getting paid as the rest of us hunger for a human touch or lash of a compensatory whip.
I’ve been down this road before as the sun licks its lips and whispers sweet nothings into my tumor ears.

Call me Icarus or “Call Me Ishmael” either way I’m ready to head back to dry land because all this water has got me sea sick or worse yet sea dead.
I remember the first time we fucked without our masks and how freeing it was until you took out your eyes and I realized we’re all just black holes doing our very best to avoid the potholes and orange barrels along Cedar Road.
Jim found his escape hatch because he was sick and tired of wrestling with choices that he had already decided were no big deal. One more whiskey priest dead and gone, one more whiskey priest cash poor and cashed out.

Charles Cicirella
4/15/2022

Tuesday, April 05, 2022

A Birthday Poem for You

brittle broken bones                                covered in skin                                                sex on video a bridge too far               Katherine lightning in a bottle        Katherine the surprise at the bottom of a Cracker Jack's box                            Katherine always wants to be the banker when she plays Monopoly                         let's stand beneath the sun and pray for rain                                                                 let's strip off our skivvies and run through the sprinkler at top speed                         let's show Santa our nakedness and ride his white beard like a haystack

Charles Cicirella

4/5/2022

Sunday, March 20, 2022

Meditation (For a Rhinestone Cowboy)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2022-03-20T07_48_46-07_00

For years I’ve heard “Senor (Tales of Yankee Power)” was about God, but not until hearing Rob McNurlin sing it did I understand.
It’s a meditation on death and all that comes before and after this Spaghetti Western we call life.
Survival of the fittest is not always in the cards because oftentimes the quickest draw only gets you drawn and quartered.

A prayer of redemption and a lamentation to a God who doesn’t always have his or her ducks in a row.
That’s the beauty of The Mystery because Christ is in the details and once the architecture speaks to you the sky is just the beginning.
He saddled up his horse and rode through the ruins toward the town of his birth.

Rob towers over me like a giant and I’d have it no other way because he makes me feel safe and protected from an onslaught of sin.
We dropped everything to hear him sing in a small church in Kentucky and it’s one of the few times I laid my burden down and lowered my guard completely.
The hymns he sings are about the blood spilled as demons are vanquished in the name of Jehovah.

Let’s get one thing straight we’re all crooked to a degree and doing our best to straighten out and free ourselves from our chains.
Street Legal is my favorite Bob Dylan record because I find it to be his most human as he wrestles the shadows for the light of foresight.
I was waiting for a friend, so I pulled over to the side of the road as Rob ambled up and tipped his cowboy hat my way.

Charles Cicirella
3/19/2022

Friday, March 11, 2022

Swimming with Sharks

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2022-03-11T14_03_04-08_00

Arguing with guppies.
That’s my lot in life.
I believe I’m God and still I play second fiddle to demons.

It’s both a blessing and a curse.
Nailing myself to a cross and then bitching because I’ve been crucified in a bad neighborhood.
I blow my trumpet so much I feel like Miles before the whores and blue moods turned him into molten lava.

Most of us are chum even if we refuse to admit it. The rest of us are DOA even before our Fairy Godmother punches out our lights.
Don’t believe you can trust angels because even they have an ulterior motive.
Brando’s Godfather had it going on as his lines were fed to him and he tore us to shreds with an open heart.

Charles Cicirella
3/11/2022

Thursday, March 10, 2022

Heat

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2022-03-10T05_28_44-08_00

This inferno will not abate
Your hands around my neck unnecessary
This brute force will not go unnoticed

Labors of love covered in skin and blood
A country invaded by Russian thugs
Sunflower seeds rubbed into their lying eyes

Everyone hands off as cowardice reigns supreme
An embattled President stands tall and stays put
The resilience of the Ukrainian people puts us all to shame

War crimes committed never you mind
Sanctions a drop in the bucket as the blood on our hands places us on the wrong side of history
Politicians shouldn’t be in charge of our consciences

It’s cold blooded murder reigning down from the skies
As we continue to sit on the sidelines biding our precious time
Watchdogs can go to hell when they only pay attention when their bottom line is threatened

Razor sharp implements stuck into the invaders like lipstick on a pig
We talk a good game only when the game is rigged in our favor
Flowers tossed onto the graves of children blown up by our unwillingness to do the right thing.

Charles Cicirella
3/10/2022

Monday, February 21, 2022

Rocky (For the Kran family)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2022-02-21T13_03_29-08_00

Even though no one else sees the resemblance, Lee has always reminded me of Burt Young.
I’ve known him most of my life and I honestly don’t have a bad word to say about him.
Both he and his wife Sharon always treated me exceedingly well and their generosity and kindness never fails to regenerate my faith.
So many people talk about paying it forward while doing nothing even close to that while Lee and Sharon were always thinking of others and how to payback for the blessings bestowed upon them.

I don’t recall a time when Lori and I weren’t friends and I’m even counting the moments when one of us was holding a grudge or allowing some silly disagreement to place us in a timeout.
Sometimes years passed before we saw each other again and yet we’ve always picked back up where we’d left off because that’s what true friends do.
I was there when Lee and Sharon renewed their wedding vows and I believe there’s still a video of that out there somewhere.

I’ll never understand why people have to die. I wish like the Energizer Bunny we could continue onward-forward-infinite through the end times and toward a new beginning of everlasting bliss.
Of course for all I know when we are no more what awaits us is even fuller of possibilities and a new, fledgling hope.
I know Lee is missing Sharon something terrible and that they will be reunited. I hope that gives Lori and Randy some peace at this difficult time.

He’s Rocky, fighting the good fight and making sure he’s always a champion in the eyes of those he loves and who so dearly love him back.
Writing poetry for the family is a great honor because they are true Guardians of the Eternal Flame.
Lip service gets no one anywhere in this crazy, cockeyed world, but if you live your truth like Lee does I can assure you that God looks upon you favorably.

Charles Cicirella
2/19/2022