Gonna
write another poem for you
Because
I can and I like how you beam
When
the words are received like an
Otherworldly
telegram from on high
We
trespass only when we believe
No
one is watching and the delivery
Is
late and our appetites demand our
Attention
and a focus on self-preservation
Let’s
change our habits. I’d even change
My
tee-shirt if I believed it would make any
Sizable
difference and you weren’t so modest
And
full of sugar and spice and everything nice
Imagined
walking through the park, holding hands
And
looking up at the dead and gleeful stars
It
made some kind of altruistic sense like the very
First
time I spied you naked and you just laughed
Went
to a therapist last night, first time in nearly
Two
decades that I attempted asking for help
All I got in return was Words with Friends and
A clueless professional’s two unshiny cents
This
is where we start with mail addressed to
Occupant
and blank stares from a den of
Wolves
or untested Girl Scouts and I’m on
Fire
from the silences you deliver so effortlessly
Charles Cicirella
10/10/18
No comments:
Post a Comment