Calling
to say hello
See
how you’re doing
And
if your feelings have changed
I
was in love with a remote viewer
She
promised she never used her special powers when we were making love
Still
she never quite felt present when I climaxed and she lay there like a morning
dove
Calling
to remind you
None
of what I confessed to has changed
And
if you’re willing I’d like to stop by and see you for about thirty minutes or
so
Some
people are stubborn right down to the socks on their little piggy feet
Others
are more open minded and willing to see the forest through the trees
You
and I never quite seemed to fit because you always had a strong grasp on
reality while my head remained in the stars like an astronaut or Hollywood
producer
This
is the first poem of the New Year
Not
sure what if anything that may mean and if my creative acumen will be sharper
or duller depending on who or what I’m cutting into
When
it comes right down to it we’re all gossip columnists slinging the hash of an
unknown people hell-bent on remaining anonymous as their faces get plastered on
everything from peanut butter to cold cream.
Charles Cicirella
1/1/17
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