As is

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2019-12-27T21_20_32-08_00

Broken and don’t remember how to cry

I hate memories that leave an aftertaste like diet soda

Fake chocolate was made by sadists whose own mothers didn’t love them

                                                  

We can agree to disagree or we can slink away in mutual bouts of shame and embarrassed tremors of whimsy as we sit on the pot and start peeing like a real goy

I remember the first time you uttered the words I love you and how it felt more like a question than a true declaration of love

I can’t climb the rope because my hands are made from ground beef

School always seemed like an enduring session of torture or dodgeball with the pent up nuns from across the courtyard

I know next to nothing makes sense to you when it comes to how I choose to express myself while I misremember my disemboweled past

All I know how to do is shout and that’s neither constructive nor destructive if you happen to be an anarchist

Unpaved like a road in need of immediate repair

Sometimes I feel like chucking it all in and doing my best to forgive and forget that I’m the chosen one

It’s a lot to lay on a person especially when that person already suffers from a Napoleon complex the size of the Northern Hemisphere

I’ve never seen myself as a person of short stature because I honestly don’t know what that means

You lost me when you pulled out a voodoo doll and started to look for any stray pins or needles

Fake people can choke on their fake words as they wait for their fake gods to deliver them from their fake hells on this here spoiled Earth.

Charles Cicirella

12/25/19

Blues for Samantha

Over thinking

Over under

Over you

Scrapping my expectations

Lowering the bar

Redesigning my first impressions

Overwhelmed

Over easy

Over you

Stand tall you statue

Sticks and raucous bones

Better to be a lover than a manipulator

Over the moon

Over exposed

Over you

Let’s change the song

Stop playing cat and mouse

We were created for a bigger mousetrap

Repeat first verse

Charles Cicirella

12/25/19

Let’s lay down with our lions and do our very best to forgive the sheep.

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2019-12-24T21_36_27-08_00

No one dreams of anything when they’re electric except why they’re not Elton John

I’ve always stood against any and all levels of hatred, especially the type of hatred dripping with gasoline and thirsty for a lit match

Let’s climb out of our skins and focus instead on what comes after we’re defunct and circling the cosmic drain

I know you don’t believe you’re a lion, but I’m telling you that you are

Ignore all the disingenuous soothsayers who like most beat poets will never beat the rap of being a typist instead of a writer

That’s of course if you take Tru’s side and if you do well that’s your unanswered prayer to wrestle with until another virgin writer is born and spills their cold blood

I’m only a poet when I’m writing, the rest of the time I’m just Charlie, something I thought Joe Cohen of all people would understand

Let’s impregnate our doppelgangers with less obnoxious versions of ourselves

We’re gonna have to start effecting change through any blunt means possible if we have any hope of a revolution.

Words not guns always prove the most effective weapons in our cannon.

Keep this in mind the next time you’re stringing together popcorn and taking down one Walmart customer after another

“Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home”

Charles Cicirella

12/24/19

Condensation

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2019-12-13T12_43_18-08_00

Before we disappear

Let’s reassess our options

We’re red hot like Grand Theft Auto

These poems are short

Because I have little to say

And I’m hungry for magic

There’s a pizza in the oven

Cheese fell off and is burning

I hope the fire alarm stays mute

Condensation is our biggest enemy

Because it realizes our greatest fear

Disappearing before we’ve had our say

Let’s watch an Orson Welles film festival

And get lost in takeout Chinese

TCM is oftentimes the most lethal aphrodisiac

Before I disappear

I must confess

I’ve always been biased when it comes to you

Charles Cicirella

12/10/19

Controlling Everything Around You While Ultimately Giving Up Control (For Terry P.)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2019-11-13T20_13_25-08_00

Standing the test of time is for pussies

I’m sorry for uttering the P-word

There’s no excuse for that under any circumstances

I smell oatmeal

Steel-cut and priming to be our savior

I’ve always favored Aunt Jemima over Uncle Ben, call me a feminist

I move from one poem to the next like a marauder whose best marauding days are behind them

Expected shelf-life is for wimps

I’m sorry for uttering the W-word

It’s inexcusable in these torrid times of weaponized hatred

I turned my head and saw you, eyes closed, deep in the poetry-jazz wafting around us like cherubs in assless chaps puffing on refer cigarettes

You’re so cool I cannot help but think of the Fonz before he jumped that shark and started to push reverse mortgages on an unsuspecting public 

Why can’t we as a species be happy with what we got and not be so greedy and full of black ink?

Let’s duck out back like two guys who were smart enough not to tangle themselves up in some spiritless movement

I like hearing you read and enjoy reading when you’re in attendance because I know that at least one person is listening with their chakras wide open

We were riding on a tandem bicycle, can’t recall who was in front and who was doing all of the work in the back, but the one thing I do remember is how easy you are to talk to no matter the mountains standing tall before us or the open expanse we float through like weightless chimpanzees

Charles Cicirella

11/12/19