I
want to break down the door and kiss her cowboy mouth.
I
don’t think I’ll finish this poem before going to bed.
Too
many thoughts racing through my head and harnessing them may not be possible.
I
have to pee, but I don’t feel like standing up and walking to the bathroom.
My
fingers are racing across the keys like greyhounds at a dog track in Florida.
I
still have to pee and still don’t feel like getting up. I know this is why God
invented commercials.
I
want to break through the doors of Immaculate Conception and kiss the petals of
your Tender Is the Night lotus
blossom.
I’m
still not convinced I’ll finish this poem before I go to bed.
I
am using lots of I’s in this poem I hope my friend Laurie doesn’t get on my
case again.
Charles Cicirella
1/4/17
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