Let’s
break the ties that bind
Emancipation
is never overrated
Neither
is that new car smell
Or
your first day of preschool
I
wish to view her naked
This
is not a metaphor
I
yearn to gaze upon her body
Desire
to swim between her thighs
Let’s
change the radio station
Forget
that Billy Graham ever existed
There’s
something to be said about Christianity
And
how hypocrisy spreads like wild, profane fire
Stick
to your slippery guns
Your
open carry permit does nothing to keep you safe
In
fact just wait till that firearm is wrestled from you
And
you’re shot for the stupidity you openly display for everyone to see and mock
I
wish to trade punches with her before we’re both too old to fight or fuck
This
is not some ham-fisted anecdote
I
have whittled away too many hours yelling at those kids to get off my lawn
There’s
something to be said about God’s early exit and how he or she refuses to return
to the scene of the crime
Let’s
stop shielding our eyes from the disinfectant sun
Dancing
in the light is key when another monkey appears on your back
I
spent yesterday at The Cleveland Museum of Art with a good friend
When
I exited the smoke shop after buying a Mexican Coca Cola the snowflakes
appeared out of virtually nowhere
Charles Cicirella
12/28/16
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