Scratching
at the inside lid of the coffin.
Been Down So Long It Looks
Like Up to Me.
Get
on the motorcycle and drive across this expansive country like a free mason
full of secrets and light beer.
They’re
not paying attention.
Refuse
to put any coins in my jukebox.
I’m
made of vinyl or shellac. Something wherein you can put a needle atop my shiny
surface and I’ll play you a tune while you dance, fuck or sleep like a
depressed robot.
Sometimes
I’m full of myself while other times I am full of somebody else. I still cannot
wrap my Talmud head around either one because either I’m not religious enough
or have always observed the wrong holidays.
When
it comes to age I’m non-specific and expect you to come running when I crack my
knuckles and belch like a sailor who’s never quite gotten over what happened to
Ahab.
Unlike
Jack I do not aspire to write or for that matter even read the great American
novel. I figure I’ll be lucky if I eek out even a few lines of the great
American comic book and that’s alright because every dog will have its day as
fire hydrants gleam in the distance like pillars from a soulful Van the Man
meditation.
I
was a gravedigger then I was the grave and before I knew it I became the shovel
and dug myself out of another Alice in
Wonderland rabbit hole.
The
White Rabbit who seems to always be late for a most important date whooshed
right passed me paying no attention to who I was or why I may have arrived
naked on the back of a jackass.
I
like my mashed potatoes salted and buttered and I prefer small breasts and a
nice round bum, but I’ll tell you this as I get older I find myself also not
being against the occasional third nipple.
The
most serious of poetry is also the most hilarious and reverent stand-up comedy.
There’s
just no getting around that because oftentimes to relate to your reader you
first must take them into your confidence and show them just how regular of a
guy you are.
Self-deprecation
also works wonders when standing in front of an audience of virtual strangers. Show
them just how flawed you are and it will pay back in laughter and the
occasional random phone number,
Charles Cicirella
1/12/17
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