Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Snap My Head Back (For Juliet)

Trying to get my thoughts straight
Everything coming out hurried
Panic seizes me around the throat

You’ve always been the perfect tonic
A femme fatale who doesn’t know her own strength
Your allure bombards me like melting confetti

Wish to hang out with you in a bathroom stall
Or an unused confessional in a gothic church
Watch you sleep like the Glitter-Witch you are

Trying to get my head on straight
Anxiety sits atop my chest like an M-4 Sherman Tank
I’m astounded by your grace and machine gun parlance

Keeps me coming back for more
A psychedelic soda shop zeroing in on only good trips
I will try to not wake up screaming

Charles Cicirella

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