Tuesday, July 08, 2014

Another Poem About Bob Dylan

I hear him pleading
Pleading like an American
Pleading like a human stain
I hear his reckless chitter-chatter

And I am blinded
Blinded by his supernova sensibilities
Blinded by his intellect burning a hole in the sun
I am given new eyes to see when he punctures the skyway

Another train car smoking down the tracks
Another troubadour freed from their Houdini chains
Another Gemini trickster spoiled by the duality of their sins

This junkyard medicine deserves a special place in Heaven
I was born a poet and someday I’ll surely die a poet - what’s it to you
Take me for a trip upon your magic swirling ship
I’m ready to join this circus and get the hell out of Dodge.

Charles Eric Cicirella

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