I
messed up like I always have a tendency doing
Treated
her like all I was interested in was her body when nothing could have been
further from the jeopardized truth
It
was her heart and thoughts that truly took precedent, but I spoiled everything
by being pushy and acting all off the hook
Let’s
get something straight I burn through money like a filthy pervert with nothing
else on his mind, but curves and desolation angels
I’ve
got a bad habit of chortling like a pug that misses his mommy and refuses to
listen to reason because he knows he’s only getting dog food for supper
Meen
played me like a violin and that’s alright because she was finding her way
while I already knew where I was going and how long it would take to reach
maximum velocity
I’m
not telling a fib, when she removed her dress and stood there in her birthday
suit I nearly swallowed my tongue as I sent back the corned beef for being too
lean
Let’s
start at the beginning when Adam and Eve were not even on a first name basis
and fig leaves covered more than their modesty
She’s
a vision I’ll never quite get over because somethings cannot be unseen especially
when The Song of Bernadette plays on
an endless loop in your head like Korean Bingo
It’s
no surprise I screwed up again
Breaking
any and all promises I may have made because my ankle bracelet is made of twine
and my probation officer is a hologram
She
was pinned down by a hail of bullets and all I could do was skulk off like some
rat bastard because I didn’t quite feel up to being a hero at that slippery-slope-moment
in Proust lost time.
Charles Cicirella
11/23/18 
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