Thursday, February 23, 2017

Twelfth Poem (Rollin’ in the Big Muddy) (For Valerie June)

Holy rolling music.
The wilderness has never sounded so funky.
Pure joy as the sun shoots from her “Astral Plane” like a cosmic mechanic on overdrive.

We’re no better than those we condemn.
The death penalty a ticket punched to another place.
I learned to hold my tongue only as long as these chains hold me and they will not hold me for very long.

I can hear you chugging through the night on an ever ready train heading everywhere.
The light makes no mistakes as guardians like yourself spread positive love.
A revival of epic proportions bringing us closer together as an honest to god torch singer presents to us a burning bush juke joint that we ignore at our own peril.

Charles Cicirella

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