Desolation angels
Let’s
take what’s left and try our best to keep it whole
Race
across the country looking for your father
The
Holy Ghost called and wants his martyr complex back
I
was so bent out of shape I couldn’t get straight
All
the country songs in the world won’t make me an alcoholic
I
tried and I tried and still I did not fit in the skeleton keyhole
If
you’re comfortable basking in someone else’s fifteen minutes there’s no hope
for you
Doctor Sax
Sitting
on the toilet writing your guts out while an exterminator looks for a clean
needle
Living
with your mother may not be all that, but when you’re cracking up it may be the
very last safety net you have left
Streams
of mediocrity wrap around my throat and silence my pangs for acceptance and
alchemy
I
desire to be free of all constraints, but I don’t wish to die if such a thing
is even possible
I
resist everything and everyone, but I have to admit waking up alone is getting
old
I
must pull my head out of my ass, but to do that I will need to discover some
sunshine in my life pronto
Maybe
I need to go to a library and get lost in the books before it’s too late
On the Road
When
I was a kid I liked to go to 7-11 and eat a burrito on the wall outside the
store
It
made me feel like I was some kind of cool cat different than all the rest of
the alley cats
Started
to again buy frozen burritos and they do lend me some solace in these dark days
Woke
up about an hour ago with that sinking feeling in my gut already taking hold
Charles Cicirella
2/10/18
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