Take
the smoke in
Hold
a loaded pistol to your lungs and pull the trigger when you lift your finger
off the carburetor
Natalie
Bunch was the first one ever to sell me marijuana; I still want very much to
fuck her
The
smoke is my savior and I but its humble servant
We
serve so many masters we’re not even aware are on the scene
The
haves have been eating our lunch long before the neo-liberals started pulling
the levels to our ultimate destruction
It’s
all in the game when you refuse to educate yourself to what’s so plainly
written on the lavatory walls
Two
sides went up in smoke long before I was hatched like a disgruntled chicken or
purloined disciple
I
listen to his moans of ecstasy and am convinced we share the same spirit animal
and shaman
The
music is here to enlighten, not constipate us
When
we refuse to acknowledge what’s falling apart all around us we’re even more
prone to our failures and well deserving of annihilation
Our
collective carbon footprint has already doomed us to the eleventh circle of
Dante’s Hell
Take
in the pungent fragrance of sweat sock and weed handed over to me by a Buddha
who has lent me comfort since junior high
I’m
not messing around, it’s time we dropped our big honking erasers and stopped
perpetuating a revisionist history where Mel Gibson is still big at the box
office
Our
country is losing face because we’ve clearly not learned that paying attention
to a bully only makes the bully stronger and fuller of rage and sharp, stabbing
regret.
Charles Cicirella
7/15/19 
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