Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Grimy Love (for Juliet)


High strung as the moon
Keeps affecting and creating
A spitfire and poetry dominatrix

The pit bull approached and I panicked
I don’t remember this happening
Just like Juliet doesn’t remember me ripping up her cigarettes on the way to COSI

I recall when we would bake cookies
It was the one thing we did together that caused no strife
Twin Peaks was another tactic to calm the turbulent storm while allowing me a respite from my own calamity of loneliness

When talking about the unvaccinated we both get hot under the collar because the thought that someone else’s’ ignorance could cost us our lives is complete and utter BS
Grimy love isn’t all it’s cracked up to be especially when our selfhood is hidden within the relics of our cloak and dagger hearts
When I tell people I was once a telephone psychic it always gets a big laugh, but what they don’t understand is that being an artist uses the same toolset, just for a lot less money

We’re both night owls and I believe that’s because creative sparks await nightfall before presenting themselves in full regalia
I have a scratchy throat which worries me because I cannot afford a visit from the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future
This poem isn’t making me happy, so I’m going to lie down and when I get up perhaps everything will make more sense or at the very least not aggravate me so much.

Charles Cicirella

Thursday, July 08, 2021

Heroine (For Lori)


Known her since the end of time
An apocalypse denied
Resistance is futile when you’re an asshole

When I first met Lori she was Lilac
I was smitten from the jump
Let’s stop kidding ourselves and live already

Drawn to her like an astronaut is drawn to their mothership
I was bound and gagged the day we laid together in Michelle’s crawlspace
Haunted democracies are not for the faint of heart

Lori has always known I’d end up in the desert
Hanging out among the abandoned and frustrated
Stopped laying down my lodestone because the axel grease kept getting ensnared in my beard

She informed me while we were on the phone tonight that I was shrinking
I told her my usual line about Jewish people being the only ones who truly know the horror of becoming smaller
Sometimes while masturbating I forget to let go and before I know it all hell breaks loose behind the gates of morning

Known her since we were both fledglings
Lori taught me all about the space time continuum as she holds her breath and vanishes
Futility is not all it’s cracked up to be when you’ve lost the scent of your soulmate.

Charles Cicirella