Friday, August 19, 2016

Christ the Redeemer

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-08-19T03_15_36-07_00

Jews writing about Jesus
What’s that all about?
Are they just covering their bases?
Let’s not forget Christ was a Jew
Let’s also not forget when He rose again
He was still very much a Jew
No matter whose sins he died for
No matter if you like it or not
And the Christians are not the Chosen people
And the Jehovah Witnesses are not the Chosen people
They’re all attempting jump on a train that’s already
Left the station.

And Christ is the Redeemer
Be it in São Paulo or Steubenville
And a saint is a sinner
And a sinner is a saint
And never shall the twain meet
Because if they did this house of cards
Would come crashing down atop our hypocritical heads
And I am still punching away at forty seven years of age
Even if the other poets want nothing to do with me
I’ve never fit in with any subsect of people
It’s just the way the shit floats when you’re irascible
And the time is now for revolt and reclassification.

I’m a Jew
Yes it’s true
According to Jewish Law because my mother is Jewish
I am also one of the chosen
And when Netanyahu is no longer the Prime Minister of Israel
I plan to return to the land of my people
Because Cleveland and me have never seen eye to eye
And if it wasn’t for my lack of making any greenbacks
I’d get away as fast as I possibly can because my redemption
Does not exist in this uninspiring concrete jungle of
Cavaliers and Indians.

I write about Jesus a lot
Just like Leonard and Bob have done on occasion
Because I feel comfortable with this Rabbi, this teacher,
This insurgent who knew how to bring power back to the people
While leaving the powers that be in the unforgiving dust of another
Barren desert landscape.

Charles Cicirella

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Buttons Pushed

http://charlespoet.podomatic.com/entry/2016-08-17T14_42_56-07_00

Told her I loved her
Because I am cracked like that
A crazy flower always determined to bloom in a constant state of flux and frenetic spasms of stardust and marshmallow goo

I tucked the Haitian goddess in
Kissed her on her forehead and when I did
She giggled and I felt good and smiled a lot

When I first heard her on chat I didn’t know what to think
Every question I asked she answered with defiance and kept pushing me to disconnect
Finally when I did I then discovered myself trying to reconnect because there was something about her I could not and did not wish to shake

Our third conversation also began rocky, but she slowly began to thaw and I knew immediately that she was a treasure to behold with awe and respect
When we got off of chat and she called everything fell into place as we spoke until the sun rose and the vampires went to bed
She brings me around to a state of consciousness I forgot even existed because she knows just how to get a rise out of me and when she says my name how to make me feel peaceful and free of regret

Charles Cicirella
8/10/16

Monday, August 15, 2016

Ēvă Xān


revolving
evolving
words

down
the
rabbit
hole

through
a
glass
darkly

simple
yet evocative
cultivated
happenstance

thrilling
trilling
words

a sky full
of bumboozer marbles
an eyeful
of purring prowess

word glue
word dew
word moo

through
the
looking
glass

outside
among
the
freaks
and
unvarnished
working
class
shooting stars

Charles Cicirella
8/15/16