Sunday, December 03, 2017


Ready to grow.
Moon pours through the trees.
Cat pounces on dead tortoise.

A slave to the art.
Justifications and rationales do not exist.
There is no glass. All therapists are full of shit.

Printing innards keeps me grounded and focused on what’s possible.
When she posts about assembling chapbooks my loins start to quiver and shake.
A means to an end doesn’t mean a damn thing if you’re not willing to commiserate.

Ready to get up and go.
Ready to go the distance no matter pratfalls or syrupy endings.
I desire to bring out the best in you by sharing only the best parts of myself.

Charles Eric Cicirella

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