Drink
the water down like poison and never forget you’ve had this coming since before
the beginning of time.
Always
been either 5’2” or 5’3” that’s just the way it is and I find comfort in that
like I once believed I’d find comfort in your unloving, untrustworthy arms.
Something
tells me we’ve been doing this dance long before Adam and Eve went to prom and later
fucked in a Chevrolet out on the outskirts of town.
We
break even or we piss blood either way we’re going to turn into dust before the
sands of the hourglass whisper our unpronounceable names and the Devil turns
tail and runs.
I’ve
been meditating on this word compassion
since before I heard my friend Chris Campanile sing “Atmosphere.”
His
voice greeted me like the most soulful communion I’ve ever taken part in. We
were in Austin the first time and it kept me whole and it kept me grief stricken.
This
poetry comes up just like it goes down translucent and full of pulp and
watermelon seeds.
Brautigan
knew what he was getting when he held that pistol to his head and thought about
those delicious hamburgers.
Sometimes
I wonder why Jim chose a noose instead of a gun, but then I figure buying rope
just made more sense to him and who wants to keep track of a bunch of bullets.
Learn
to forgive and forget because denial will always be your best friend.
We
were close like two compassionless ghosts until she expected me to get a job. That’s
when I knew the magic had died and our relationship was just another losing
statistic.
Something
tells me we’ve been here before you the classless empresario, me just another
ignorant rube who was always willing to shoot the piano player just as long as
my luck held out.
Charles Cicirella
2/6/17
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