words
are my friends
they
supply context
there
is no conditioning
only
recourse
and
unsanitary death
wanna
fuck
wanna
go the distance
this
poet prepared
to
go anywhere
and
do what must be done
Darin
Bulai a wilderness explorer
someone
who doesn’t give a shit
and
that makes all the difference
and
that makes no difference at all
broken
and cast away like dead flowers
suicide
such a waste of time
your
breath counts
even
if your vote doesn’t
and
being a patriot
never
worth the paper it was printed on
welcome
to Cleveland
where
poets are treated like used Bic lighters
and
if you wanna go the distance do it somewhere else
because
talent and celebrity are two very different things
welcome
to the end of the line you stupid son of a bitch
all
over the map
when
it comes to being a navigator I suck
but
I will always bring good music
so
when we get lost
we
can rage against the dying of electricity
they
don’t have to pay attention
I’ll
soon get over that
plus
there’s this mighty cute young Scottish lass
who
seems to like how I spill words onto the page
and
that’s worth way more than being the next flavor of the month
words
are my friends
my
confessor
my
therapist
and
they are my assassin
when
I am tired and daylight stops answering my emails
Charles Cicirella
12/28/16
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