Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Metal Goddess III (For Sara)

I want to write one more poem for Sara because I find her so attractive and sweet.
Watching her play piano just sealed the deal as she pressed down on the keys and warmed the cockles of my heart.
All the pictures of her wearing different heavy metal tee-shirts never fails to bring a smile to my face because she is doing what she loves and that brings me so much happiness during these dark, deplorable days.

I ‘d prefer to not stop what I’m doing and look at the state of the world because the world is broken and until we respect this virus nothing is going to change for the better.
I had Covid-19 back in March and for three months the symptoms kept me company like the Grim Reaper on Tinder.
I met Sara on Twitter and when I did it was like a breath of fresh air came through the open window and reminded me not everything is bad and we must change our outlooks before it’s too late.

This is the last poem for Sara for now because I really don’t feel like driving another person away.
Strangers in the night, exchanging glances as they stay six feet apart and masks help keep the mystery alive and the virus at bay.
I want to write one more poem for Sara before turning off the light and returning to my bed for a much needed siesta.

Charles Cicirella

Metal Goddess II (For Sara) 

Need to listen to Metallica soon
Find out what Sara’s raging on about
Banging her head, taking no prisoners

Lost in the fog of death metal
Found her soul when she gave up control
Coruscating as black as Sara’s booming bottom

Her enthusiasm infectious
Creativity what gets her through
An artist who never looks back

The Sandman enters and nothing else matters
“Would you pull me up
Would you drop the mental bullet

Would you…”
Alleviate some of this pressure
Our scruples will be the death of us

Lost out at sea
“Babylon the scarlet whore has come”
I can no longer sleep through this colossal nightmare

Charles Cicirella

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

You Make Me Happy (For Jax)

“Ring around the Rosie”
It’s time to take back the night
I desire to make love to you

My words are a magic carpet ride
The needle hidden in a haystack
Broken hearts our Sopwith Camel

You are defined in sharp brushstrokes
A lasting impression chiseled in ether
Please allow me to kiss your dictionary lips

My apologies stain the bag with grease
Let’s close our eyes and shelter in place
The apocalypse will forever alter our outlooks

Seeing you on video
Your body cast in light and sleight of hand
I’m watching you with my third eye wide open

“Ring around the Rosie”
It’s time to bring the day back into focus
I desire you naked and full of aching promise

Charles Cicirella

Metal Goddess (For Sara)

Terror reigning, heavy metal goddess
Sexy femme fatale, lion tamer
A throwback to more malevolent times

Eyes wide open
Twenty three skidoo
Breaks open Twitter with her fat chords

Let’s stop mincing words
Remember the Alamo and apple pie a la mode
Forget how challenging the truth is for some people

Sara is happiness
As sweet as a Van Halen song in July with the top down
Watching and listening to her band makes me happy and lightens my load

I love pictures of her in her tee shirts
Leaves nothing to the mystery except the mystery of getting to know her better
I cannot wait to play her on my radio show and to introduce her as my friend.

Charles Cicirella

Sunday, October 25, 2020

The square root of Jax is Jax squared.

I desire to make love to you with the words in my mouth and the hands at the ends of my arms.
We can close our Nutella (New-tell-uh) eyes and pretend it’s a holiday or the day we were born.
Our birthdays mustn’t suffocate us otherwise what’s the point of coming out of the womb.

The first video you made for me I couldn’t help but stare at your breasts because they proved to me you were human and not just a daydream I dreamed up to stop the incessant screaming inside my head.
Your mystical countenance champions a whole other you that I’m not even sure you’re aware exists beneath a flurry of cotton candy web episodes.
You vanish back into the bottle like a genie or Ray Milland in The Lost Weekend.

I yearn to kiss your loins as you edit some grieving manuscript that you started writing before time had learned to speak in complete sentences.
I know this is neither what you wanted nor expected, but I must come clean because this poet only knows one way forward and that’s by putting both feet in his mouth while learning not to choke on crow feathers.
Our birthday suits call out to us like Salinger’s frozen peas because we’ve discovered our best selves mustn’t get in the way of our highball expectations or tiresome accusations.

Charles Cicirella

Monday, October 05, 2020


The fix is in
The Whiskey Priest is all whiskied out
He made up his mind and it was a big deal

Listening to Lou, but it’s not the same without him here
Nothing is the same since he checked out like Mr. White
Rep and Tommy Jay tell me they don’t want to talk about him, but I won’t be told what to remember or what to forget

October 16th. looms in infamy
So does October 19th. because that’s when my mother passed away
My good friend Dan’s birthday is also in October so I’m forced to take the good with the bad as a “Halloween Parade" passes us by

We break open our hearts with memories that even our skull banks have a difficult time wrapping their metal or meat around
It’s like some fifties monster movie where even the a actors are treated with disdain because everyone’s a suspect when the bad news is delivered like a corpse
The world is broken and the world has turned to shit as narcissism becomes a national pastime and we shoot apple pie into our veins because Uncle Sam wants you to forget he ever existed

I’m not the keeper of his archives even though that’s what I’ve been told since his death bell began to toll
I am a friend and someone who continues paying tribute because he’s the best and worst thing that ever happened to me and I’ll never forget when we listened to Townes and got lit on our drugs of choice
The Remington up in his gallows calls out like broken teeth in a pugilists’ roundabout mouth as I put the needle down on Sean Lennon’s Into the Sun and go there with Jim

Charles Cicirella


Saturday, October 03, 2020

My two or three cents.

 I am just going to say it. The people who are now saying and in fact pointing out rather vehemently that even though they do not like Trump they're not wishing him any ill and that we can make up on own minds about how we feel. Now I am not even sure why this needs to be said because okay yes there are those who are saying terrible things about Trump and his contracting Covid, but there are also those of us who don't wish him any ill will, but still have no sympathy for him or any of the others in his inner circle or administration who have also tested positive. I am starting to feel that those who go out of their way to tell us how they don't wish the President any ill will and even though this may not be what they're doing, it's like they're drawing a line in the sand and either you don't wish him any ill will or you're a total unfeeling bastard and could care less what happens to Trump (sound familiar?). For me I cannot have any sympathy for a man who continues to go out of his way to sow hatred, whose flagrant disregard to science has absolutely led to people contracting Covid and yes sadly also dying. And while Trump is in the hospital getting better care than any of us could ever get and with our tax dollars he and his henchmen are still pushing through Barrett so on Nov. 10 millions upon millions (including myself) will lose their healthcare. Ill will? Absolutely not, but he isn't getting one iota of sympathy from me because karma is a bitch and for those on their higher moral plane (like it or not that's exactly how it sounds) your speech now is just as dangerous as when people said when he was inaugurated how much damage can he really do and let's give him a chance. How much damage can he do? Look around you and also one last thing for anyone who says Pence would be far worse you are clearly not paying attention because we've had bad Presidents before, but never have we had someone who has such a blatant disregard for human life. The man is a perfect storm of shit and that shit is raining down upon each and everyone of us no matter what your party affiliation is.