Billie
Holiday pours from her eyes like blue lava from a very happening volcano.
The
case was open and then it was shut and before it was dismissed the lawyers
stood around like lawyers have a tendency doing.
I’m
writing myself silly because I cannot get enough of her praise. Truth be told
she inspires me like gangbusters and there’s no better feeling than that.
Have
you ever been on fire from the inside out?
Like
McDonalds is handing out free Big Macs and you’re doing everything you can to
hold yourself back from getting in line over and over again.
No,
I am not comparing this feeling to fast food or for that matter comparing her
to some bullshit high I may get from shoving genetically modified beef into my
pie hole.
It’s
just all these butterflies that I cannot get used to flying around my melon
like Trappist Monks hell-bent on holding up their end of the silent bargain by
reacting to nothing and believing in everyone.
We
need more actual movements in this chicken fried steak country of ours and less
causes. A man actually attempted to begin a revolution and got virtually
ignored by the powers that be and the Trump-cated press while another man who
claimed he was part of a movement spurred racial hatred and was “elected” to the
highest office in the land.
Yes,
we’ve all collectively fallen into a rabbit hole and collective bargaining had nothing
whatsoever to do with it and unless we stick together facts will soon be
replaced with fiction and the neighborhood coffee shop will become just another
place to be ridiculed.
Her
eyes make this all worthwhile because every single time I spy them I’m stopped
in my tracks and reminded of how good it feels to be alive and capable of everything.
We
have the power to change the world and we have the power to lie down and let
the train run right over us. The choice is still very much ours no matter how
hopeless everything is feeling now.
I
held her in my imaginary arms and whispered sweet somethings into her “Many
dreams have been brought to your doorstep” ears and “Mona Lisa” eyes.
Charles Cicirella
1/9/17
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