Resist
absolutely nothing
This
poem may turn out to be more erotic than the others or it may not
There’s
another sweet potato casserole with praline topping in the freezer
I
want to undress you with the same monkey fingers that type type type out these
poems
Feel
your clothes and then your flesh beneath my wiggly digits of callus skin and gnawed
off fingernails
I
know you’ll get with the program before I’ve even had a chance to readjust myself,
making sure everything is in its place when you seek and find my families
jewels
Sometimes
my poetry is standup comedy even though I’m always sitting down when I scribble
another entry into my diary of dissonance and decadent disclosures
I
imagine you taste of sweat and vanilla frozen yogurt, but that’s mostly because
my imagination has been caught in a deep freeze and refuses to warm itself
beside the fire
Remember
when you were all eyes and hair? The cutest tadpole to ever ribbit itself
across the pond and through the looking glass
Resistance
is futile in these shades of grey nights and days of mass deportation
We’re
all refugees and until we get that through our numbskulls victory will always
be just out of reach as the fog of war bares down on us like Santa’s Mercedes
Sleigh
You
want precision? Well you’ve come to the wrong place. All I have to offer are my
imperfect phrases and a boatload of apologies that will do nothing to get you
off
Charles Cicirella
1/2/17
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