Nearly
had a heart attack today
It
was real, not imagined
Scared
the hell out of me like real demons have a tendency doing
If
one more “medical professional” tells me my mother is high functioning, I may
just lose it or commit murder, suicide, or commit my mother or myself to some
shiny facility on the hill
We
cannot take ourselves for granted no matter how deep the shit gets we’re wading
through
She
came through like gangbusters then she just stopped cumming and it nearly broke
my heart
The
poetry pours out of me like I’m Winnie the Pooh hopped up on bennies and Tigger
If
you don’t find some way to make friends with yourself you’re gonna be mighty
lonesome when the drought comes and all your Facebook friends make other plans
Poets
here in Cleveland pay me no mind and that’s just fine because I’ve never been
much for scenes or the politics of redundancy
Today
I enraged my mother because I just couldn’t take being whipped anymore
Like
a slave in orbit, I was beaten ‘til I was tamed and the Planet Waves started to
make discernible sense to me
I’m
always feeling like my feelings don’t matter to others and I’m probably correct
because when it comes to feelings most people would rather overdose than face
the facts and do some actual heavy lifting
Put
a fork in your eye and tell me how much it hurts and then bend over and allow
yourself to be sodomized just for the appearance of normalcy and the
aggregation of supply and demand
Charles Cicirella
9/6/17
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