Saturday, April 30, 2016

Everything and Nothing at All

I gave up the ghost the other night shot it
Right into my hand and it felt amazing while
It lasted then I lost all interest and ate a pint
Of Ben & Jerry’s Cake My Day Ice-cream

And there’s really nothing more to share
Because I jumped the shark a long time ago
And I’m not all that sorry because shit happens
To bad and good people alike and some die of
Cancer while others overdose on life

And I hardly think I am a poet and I know I’m
Not a prophet maybe all I am is a pain in the ass
As I turn more and more into a curmudgeon and
The word irascible is the only adjective that fits me

You can pretend nothing affects you and no one
Challenges you, but when the Swiss cheese hits the
Fan and you’ve fallen and can’t get up you’ll wish
There was a button to push because the idea of no one
Coming to your aid is too scary a notion to swallow on
An empty stomach

A dark night of the soul might scare the bejesus out
Of you or it might just force you to face the memories
That continue to confound you as everyone ceases and
Desists from answering your private messages on FB
And you slip into unconsciousness

Charles Cicirella

Zippo (For Darin Bulai)

Light yourself on fire
Just do it
It’ll be fun

And you can
Tell your kids
About it

And you can
Act like
You have
All the questions

Pour the kerosene
Over what passes
For entrails today

We’re all roadkill
In one vestibule
Or another
We’re all dispassionate
When push comes
And the martyr
Refuses to absolve you
Of your synergy

I snorted infinity
Up both nostrils
I did it on a dare
I did it
Because I was bored
And Einstein dared me to

Light yourself on fire
It’ll be like the old days
When shit came out
And wouldn’t
Go back in
So tirelessly

Charles Cicirella

Friday, April 29, 2016


I think it was the beginning of the end when women
Starting shaving off all their pubic hair
It’s none of my business, but I wish there was more
Pubic hair out here in the land of dragons

I think it was the end of the beginning when I started
Putting two not three teaspoons of sugar in my afternoon
Something tells me I best pull back before it’s too late
And all this cheese Danish goes to my head

I believe it was the beginning of many unraveled endings
When we stopped looking into each other’s eyes during sex
And maybe I’m just imagining things or maybe the end
Really is near as I smoke another imaginary joint
And wish you were here

Sometimes when I’m feeling too full of myself I think
I’ll go the way of the dodo bird while most of the time
I know as Jewish-Sicilian poets go becoming extinct
Is not even an option because I’m nowhere near cool
Enough to burn out as the rearview stares back at me
Like a shrinking violet or rusted razorblade

I know the times are a-changin’ as I do my best
To wrap my head around exactly what this means
And who will be first and who will be last when the
Chosen are culled from the nonspecific
And snorting a little sugar up your nose is no longer
Frowned upon as the chickens come home to roost
And another golden egg begs to be turned into a super

Charles Cicirella