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Blank page friend or foe?
Typewriter keys friend or foe?
Intellect friend or foe?
“I'm nothing but a stranger in this world.”
I watched him perform “Astral Weeks.”
I watched him turn heavy feelings into brave clouds.
Ego friend or foe?
Principles friend or foe?
Intellectual property friend or foe?
I’ll never forget those railroad tracks on Maynard Avenue.
How at first they kept me up all night.
Then after a couple of days I couldn’t fall asleep without the clicking and clacking.
Inspiration friend or foe?
Creativity friend or foe?
Desire friend or foe?
He lived like a defrocked monk or damaged soldier.
He picked through the wreckage with a diddley-bow-sonic-screwdriver.
He identified with the Passion Play because he had nailed himself to his own “American Face” long before Forced Exposure shined a lightbulb on his swollen appetite.
Time friend or foe?
Madness friend or foe?
Life and death a necessary evil or just another guiltless pleasure?
Charles Cicirella
8/22/15
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