Words
like fireflies light up the sky.
I
followed Frost and discovered it was the wrong path for me.
Approximation
is for the birds. So is capitulation when you’re a junkie and all the good shit
is just out of reach.
Let’s
lose ourselves in obscure references to a Godhead that’s been absent since
before any of us were even born or for that matter created.
Sublimation
is oftentimes the only choice left when all the other detours have proven
ineffective or out to lunch.
You
were a ballerina before realizing you were not as graceful as a swan or as
beautiful as a Degas.
Words
like fireflies kept in a jar until their light is needed and daybreak no longer
answers Mother Nature’s call.
I
followed the private detective on his latest case until I realized snooping was
doing me no good and even Columbo needed to have some boundaries when it came
to administering justice.
Look
into your significant other’s eyes and if all you see are empty crossword
puzzle spaces perhaps it’s best you get out while the getting is still good.
Let’s
attempt to jump for joy and go all the way when someone we love accomplishes
some great task they’ve been working toward since before you first saw them
naked.
Intimacy
is the great misnomer if you’ve never actually been honest with yourself and if
when you climax you feel all disoriented and guilty for the sticky situation
you’re now in.
You
were an esteemed bank robber when such things were still considered cool and
shooting someone in the back was not frowned upon.
Words
like mission impossible jaunts toward either the moon or some other far off
place made of green cheese and said to be good on a Ritz Cracker.
I
followed my best worst instincts and ended up here between a rock and a very
uncomfortable and unnerving hard place.
Approximation
nothing to worry your pretty little head about as long as you remember how good
fascists are at keeping lists and getting rid of the evidence.
Charles Cicirella
1/31/17
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