I
didn’t die.
It’s
no surprise.
My
ability to see into the future has been out of whack for quite some time.
I
want to hold your hand.
I
want to face the now with less actualized fear.
I’d
do both at the same time if something like that were even possible in this day
and age.
We
scat, sputter, and run out of gas.
Look
on the bright side with the glass half empty you’re drinking that much less raw
sewage.
Look
closely at the silver lining and how even its soft brown puppybody is showing
age.
I
didn’t lie.
The
little white lie I told was necessary to keep everything somewhat in check and
out of the hands of the credit collecting gestapo.
My
talent of going out on a limb has been worn down to its nub. And it’s time we
either shit or got off the pot. I used to shoot prophecies out of my ass like
thunder bolts every other day now I’m lucky if I can even spit out a few
interesting anecdotes before I lose interest and fall into a coma.
Charles Cicirella
1/9/16
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