Piano
keys undress you
Suspense
heightened when you smile
Lost
in your elegiac escapades
Don’t
wish to rely upon comfort for this poem
These
words must be born from a volcano
Your
sound nothing pedestrian, thank God for that
We
stir in everything and anything we can think of
The
kitchen sink another tool instrumental in uncovering our histories
You
came onto the scene already a legend, and nothing will stop you now
Let’s
begin by forgetting our a,b,c's
Let’s
begin by forsaking our Gods
Let’s
begin by uncovering our mouths and speaking out against everything silencing us
There’s
a racket in my soul that I hear every time I turn off the television in my mind
There’s
a rebellious nature that mustn’t be squelched as you wake up and walk toward
the sun
Saw,
heard and felt you and know I’ll never be the same again.
Charles Cicirella
3/9/18
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