It's in our DNA
Gentiles
don’t understand
They
repress everything
Guilt’s
our flagship
Gets
us from point a to point b
Keeps
kicking us in the teeth
The
Rabbi won’t help
He
deals in guilt like an arms dealer deals in heavy weaponry
I
blew my mind attempting to use religion as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding
Making
mashed potatoes for my mom and listening to “Pain In My Heart” sung by Helene
Smith
It
touches parts of my soul reserved for restoration and retaliation
Just
made a cup of instant coffee as my morning constitutional calls out to me like
a constipated rooster
Joni
I have loved you since we met at that Greyhound station in Indianapolis,
Indiana
We’re
waifs fighting against the strains of this miserable world because we’re fully
aware taking one’s life is not an option when we’re guardians of light and
positive synergy
Been
feeling half dead for weeks and I know you understand what I’m moving through.
I also know sometimes you consider drinking the turpentine instead of mixing it
with your oil paints. Guilt checks us at the door and sends us out into the
world oftentimes wearing the wrong overcoat. Time to take a shit and unload
some of these bad feelings.
Charles Cicirella
9/9/17
9/9/17
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