Friday, January 27, 2017

Seventh Poem (Movie Butter)

(For Lori Kran-Warren)

There aren’t many people I trust, but I trust Lori with my life.
There’s never been any question where her loyalty lies.
She needn’t bother to take control of a situation because the situation was
already fully aware of who was in charge.

Known each other since high school.
In fact we even went to prom together.
She with David Kordel, me with Michelle Berland.

I could say things were simpler back then, but truth be told I never fit in.
I remember when we were peer counselors and how it was our very own Breakfast Club except none of us were popular and we preferred it that way.
We’d go to Ponderosa on Friday nights for the ice-cream bar. It is the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes on.

These days Lori helps me get to the store so I can put food in my belly.
Honestly though it is the time spent with her, Randy and Aunt Joyce that is the real reason I look forward to getting out of the house and into a world of alternative facts.
You don’t find friends they find you and when it comes to Lori that is exactly what must have happened because I feel as if we’ve been friends since before I was ever even born.

Happy Birthday!

Charles Cicirella

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Fifth Poem (Out to Lunch)

Fuck the spin.
Propagandists can bite me.
Joseph Goebbels was a fucking monster and as evil as they come.

If you’re pushing talking points that go against your own North Star than what good are you anyhow and in Goebbels case he was rotten to the very core.
I wonder if we’ll ever see the movie of Jerry Lewis dressed as a clown leading children to the gas chamber.
We could flip a coin to what will surface first this film or Trump’s pee tape and tax returns. I’d guess the latter two because Jerry seems to be holding rather tightly onto that film.

Fuck the racists.
Fuck those dancing around all of these unsavory issues and refusing to admit racism is still all too prevalent in our country of odds and evens.
Trump wasn’t Hitler in another life. He was a cabaret performer who never got their big break and has been holding a grudge ever since.

I believe we’ll outlast all of the reprehensible shit currently going on. Though I am wondering when an executive order will be signed against civil rights for everyone and not only the Syrians.
Seeing how the 911 terrorists came through Canada perhaps we should consider going to war with that country first. I’m thinking they’d be easy pickings and give Pres. shit sandwich the clear victory he so badly needs right about now.
It’s crazy to think the leader of the free world is that kid we all hated when growing up who when things were not going their way would take all of their toys and go home.

Fuck the hypocrisy dripping off his lips like prehistoric blood pouring from the saber-toothed tiger’s volcanic mouth.
I’ve had just about enough of all this saber rattling and cannot wait till a foreign leader hands Trump his ass. In fact it’s already happening as Mexico appears to possess more strength than our very own government as they give him his first reality check.
And let’s not for a second let the Democrats off the hook as Dr. Ben Carson is unanimously approved as secretary of the Department of Housing and Urban Development. The excuse well it could have been much worse is no longer acceptable as our country burns and no one seems to be all that concerned.

Charles Cicirella

Fourth Poem (Drawer)

You never know when you're gonna need to be in a drawer.” – Katie Boyd

The smell of her perfume and the drawer’s wood comforts me like reading “Harriet the Spy” did once upon a time.
I feel her body pressed up against mine and for the first time in decades I’m not feeling self-conscious about my own body or what to do with my hands.
Resisting temptation is key when your skeleton won’t fit in the lock and everyone refuses to carry your excess weight.

There was something I needed to unload so I came in here, but I soon forgot what it was and before you know it I was again heading to the library to peek at the librarian through the reference books.
I was a lonely kid there’s no getting around that, but once I began to write I found the person I wanted to be and the human I always was come Hell and low tide.
You broke through all of my defense mechanisms like a Chinaman running with the bulls in Pamplona or through my head when I’ve taken LSD and cannot escape from my worst fears.

Her butt feels so natural against my stomach as she lets out a little sigh and I begin to understand this is as close as I’ll ever get to Heaven.
It doesn’t have to be about sex. In fact intimacy has actual penetration beat hands down unless you’re only concern is the continuation of the species.
I was lost and then I was found in your virtual accent over that thing they call the internet. Maybe you have this sort of connection with others, but I choose to not believe that because I prefer my muses to be one in a million and one of a kind.

Thinking about you at work doing whatever it is you do and me here in the dark praying the keys stay put as I press down on them with all the grace of a blind gazelle.
Sometimes we make it up as we go along while other times it’s all laid out before us like a bountiful feast from God Almighty herself.
Do you remember when we were in the Garden of Eden and how you kept telling me to ignore the serpent and how I just couldn’t leave well enough alone?

I love you.

Charles Cicirella