Want
to write a poem for you
I
hope I can pull it off
Like
burning off leeches or watching The African Queen under the influence of granola
She
was something special
Asked
me to dance when no one else wanted anything to do with me
It
was probably the only Winnie Cooper moment I’ll ever have in this one life
Let’s
trade punches or kisses as In Through The
Out Door plays in endless rotation like the Earth rotates
around the sun
Newton
had nothing on us except that he developed his theory of gravity while relying
on the occult idea of action at a distance, across a vacuum, and did it while
spitting in no one’s eye
Let’s
face it compared to Sir Isaac we’re fucking losers or worse yet, Republicans
Want
to spy you naked as I attempt to scale the trestle beneath your imaginary
window
I’m
not a stalker or a stuntman just a loathsome poet who never thought Corey
Feldman was much of an actor even when he was oddly in vogue in the eighties
Bring
back the firing squad, a cigarette and blindfold and maybe then I’ll die for
this over extended country of haves and have s’mores
Emily
is an actress and an improviser of ferocious skill and wit
Someone
who can trip the light fandango without even moving her pinky finger
Canada
called and wants to wish us luck before they turn their enlightened backs on our
divided states of amnesia
Charles Cicirella
3/15/18
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