I
know I shouldn’t have to ask, but sometimes it’s hard to tell the living from
the dead.
The
poetry pours from me like blood, semen, piss and shit.
It’s
not a sign of life, but sometimes you just have to take what you can get.
Let’s
lose ourselves down the rabbit hole.
Alice
called and wants her looking glass back.
Jack
the Ripper called and said thanks for not putting up too much of a fight.
The
Republicans have finally proven beyond the shadow of any doubt party before
country no matter what, no matter who gets dead.
It’s
the five year anniversary of Sandy Hook. We mustn’t celebrate our inability or
ineffectiveness to make a difference.
This
goes triple for you President Obama who proved just how dangerous hope can be
when used as a dowsing rod to locate a nation’s sweet spot and then exploit it
for their own political means.
Are
we alive?
Does
it matter if we’re only normalizing our horror until the spilling of blood
becomes our national pastime like the trafficking of children and the privatization
of our morality?
Proof
of life is overrated especially when the air is unbreathable, the water is
undrinkable and you’re a ghost walking around in someone else’s skin.
Charles Cicirella
12/15/17
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