Gonna
write you something profound.
To
sweep you right off your Dick Van Dyke drop feet.
Gonna
swing for the fences and pray I don’t hit a fowl ball.
Moses
was delivered like a bad pun to a people with nothing, but
Unleavened
time on their half feline, half woman hands.
I
wandered around that desert like a Hebrew with a bad head cold,
In
need of nurturing and directions to the nearest clean restroom.
A
long time ago I stopped being a part of the singles scene because
No
one ever seemed much interested in what I coveted like a newborn sun.
I’ve
treasured you Tamara Rose since first meeting you
When
you and Fred Zaner were dating.
I
know he prefers to be called Damon Zex, but I’ve always found
Fred
to be more interesting than his arch nemesis Damon.
You
were more than his better half. You were the blood that kept
Right
on dripping after everyone, including the undead had their say
And
left the Temple Mont for a less compromised energy vortex.
I’d
like to set up a playdate for our chakras.
I’d
like to play a game of Twister with you wearing nothing, but our sarcasm.
I
had this dream where I woke up next to you and all that was left was a
Skeleton
and that winning smile that keeps me coming back for more
Like
an award winning buffet or a Slinky that’s discovered a new spring in its step.
Charles Cicirella
4/10/18
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