Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Radical Individualism (For Jax)

Haven’t been writing

Still the words haunt me

You’re my tolling bell


Swing low

Eat lots of vegetables

Sweet chariot


You’re a pistol

Carved out of the ether

No bullets necessary


We’re all radicals

Exhaling truth

Inhaling fever dreams


Haven’t been writing

God plays peek a boo

I roll over like a mutt


Charles Cicirella


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