Sunday, September 18, 2016

Lyn #4

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-09-18T15_18_20-07_00

“I don't flirt, Charles”
I don’t either, in fact I’m against small talk on account of it meanders and leaves you no further down the road.
You’re far too important and far too intelligent to engage in trivial social parlances, especially when we could be discussing the state of this fractured world and how we can make this a better place for everyone to live and actually prosper.
When we talk I feel like a revolution is underfoot and in a matter of hours the blood in the streets will be up to our ankles which is not an altogether bad thing depending on whose side you are on.

And you don’t have to worry about me falling for you because even though I fall in love about every twenty eight days or so, with you I know this is a much more serious affair and we best take it slowly so we don’t miss a crumb of exquisiteness as we get to really know one another and hopefully lose our inhibitions and fear of intimacy along the way.
You stood there in your summer best in the Philippines heat as I watched as you undressed my mind with the captivating way you have of always being three steps ahead of what I may be thinking at any given time.
I became lost in the simmering exactitude of your piercing eye transfigurations as you left me wanting more and wishing we could be physically close if only for a millennium or two.

“I don't flirt, Charles”
And all I could think was hallelujah because I decided a long time ago flirting amounts to zip in this eternal land of careless carnage and pursuits of deplorable gluttony.
I want to fall for a real woman who knows exactly what and who they want as teardrops fall and the miles between us melt away like snow and intolerance.
You draw me in with every truism you spill like candy from the verity store or thunder claps from God’s own exalted palms.
And let’s not mince words because they’re key in our lines of work and let us not change the flightpath of a long-lived bird because we both know how important a Phoenix is to regeneration and the rebirth of the human experience.

Charles Cicirella
9/18/16

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

This is Not a Trifle

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-09-13T20_13_17-07_00

I know you did not mean it as an insult
And still that’s how I took it
Which is my problem not yours

Sidney Maiden blowing hard in my ears
As I dig deep into my construction paper psyche
Trying to reach into the unsubtle extinguishing of breath

And nothing is sacred anymore
As political correctness becomes a garrote around our necks
Just another six year old beauty queen dead and no one even batting a false eyelash

Let’s blow up the world
Let’s fly into the Twin Towers to show America just how garish our best laid and misplaced plans have become
More carnage, more Whoppers and Big Macs served up to the impoverished like a holy wafer and a Priest’s uncut cock force fed into an altar boy’s soft, apologetic mouth

It’s all bullshit
Every ounce of OJ with no pulp no longer holding the super flu or super fly at bay
And another Presidential election is at our door as we choose between the same sides of a super predator coin as capitalism wears a white hood and burns a cross in our collective suburban emerald lawns

This is not a trifle
In fact it’s not even a blemish
It’s just one more left handed compliment paid out to the monkeys locked in that windowless room writing a new folio of Shakespeare graffiti

Now we’re near Como, in North Mississippi Hill Country
As I remember just how good she tasted as we went broke
And she sucked down one Pall Mall after another
Like she meant to do herself harm

Charles Cicirella
9/11/16

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Nighttime Poetry

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-09-10T15_33_23-07_00

I know it’s not politically correct,
But I so badly want to see her breasts
-
Ever since she plopped down
On the concrete and started
Eating that slice I’ve wanted to
Cuddle with her after some takeout
And watching late night
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I know it’ll never happen especially
When she has a boyfriend and is
A Trump supporter, but I can dream
And I can pray and who knows maybe
Someday when I least expect it the
Skies will open and she’ll be feeling
Frisky and will lower her guard and
Show me her twin peaks

Charles Cicirella
9/1/16