TRUMP YOU

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-06-30T11_25_47-07_00

Jesus is good.

It’s not all you need to believe,

But it’s a damn good start.

Trump is no good.

It’s not all you need to hold onto,

But it will point you in the right direction.

Evil exists in this world.

So does good if you’re willing to open up your heart

And stop believing silver linings are all that’s needed to get you through.

I was broken like a toy soldier on a field of AstroTurf

And blood-caked mud.

I felt like it was the beginning of the end until realizing I was allowing exaggeration to get the best of me.

Trump you.

You and your cohorts are monsters and I’m sick and tired of being estranged from the truth.

The new normal of alt. facts and hyperbolic non-starters need to be taken out back and shot and while you’re at it all you pale faced feckless thugs can take your expensive haircuts and custom made suits and go get stuffed.

Healthcare is a right not a privilege and believing otherwise will only silence you in the end.

Our country deserves better than all this bizarro bullshit that some rural motherfuckers believe is in their best interest.

I am not going to Canada or anywhere outside the United States of America because this is still my country as much as it is yours and enough is clearly enough.

Charles Cicirella

6/24/17

Poem by Joni Soule

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-06-27T13_41_48-07_00

I told you when I give you a compliment
To look into my eyes 
So I know you received it
That you have taken it in
And cuddled me
And nurtured me 
Because I gave you that love
So you would love me back
So I would know what love means
If you would look me in the eyes
And you saw me and believed in me
You acknowledged me for all I am
From beginning to end
I am not in this moment
I breathe a sigh of relief
As I speak to myself
For the millionth time
On this earth alone and in pain
that I will seek out a new life
That moves me toward a new day
A new fucking day a brilliance
Engulfs my being into the light
I will call it time for now


Joni Soule

Vindicated

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-06-25T12_54_02-07_00

Nothing could be further from the truth.

You’re as guilty as Adam and Eve when they disobeyed their Father’s one command.

You think you’re pulling the wool over our sheep-led-to-slaughter-eyes and that’s simply not the case.

You were elected President by a ghost in the machine and were and will never be popular with the people.

“You’re fired” drips from your rectum-piehole like bile from Linda Blair’s possessed mouth.

A rancid opportunist obstructing justice with the small hands of a filthy priest.

Now you want us to believe you when and if you testify under oath and all I can say to that is give me a fucking break.

When’s the last time you actually told the truth? Was it when you swore you didn’t rape Ivana? Or perhaps it was when you feigned ignorance to the disappearance of Maria.

You and your pampered, entitled, elitist family of halfwits are holding a gun to the head of America and doing your damndest to wrestle us into the muck. You will not win.

Charles Eric Cicirella

6/11/17

Dizzying Beatific Circles (For Lambryah)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-06-19T11_34_24-07_00

I wanna hold your hand

Like in the Beatles song

Lots of fizz, no pop

We stand together

Or we stand divided

Either way the sands of time will grind us into dust

Poetry is my savior

Like a jail sentence gone awry

Jewish is the new orange if you’re into that sort of thing

And there’s nothing wrong with religion

If you’re incapable of thinking for yourself

Believing in oneself is never overrated nor overestimated

I wanna hold your gland

Just kidding or am I?

Sometimes the sillies get the best of my serious deportment

We built a fort from episodes of Bob’s Burgers, apple juice and pretzel rods

Blew each other’s minds by being good to one another and never letting up on the throttle

Our intensities joined forces and whittled away the boredom and recklessness of a lifetime wasted on staying wasted and forestalling the inevitable

Charles Cicirella

6/10/17

Point of No Return

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-06-13T06_42_59-07_00

Wanted to stick it inside of you, but wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that

My words come back to me in waves of mediocrity and I’m reminded of Paul Simon and how he’s now retired from the music business

Sometimes I am a parser of words, other times I’m just Charlie and that’s okay too

We break new ground when we step outside of our steam-shovel-heads and stop cowering in our comfort zones of disuse and unrhymed panty heists

I was writing about my bathroom habits when I was twenty six and very little has changed twenty plus years later

No one much pays attention, but that’s par for the course when celebrity is neither your forte nor your expressed goal

I wanted to take a tour of America, but decided I’d wait till the orange pig currently in the White House was either driven from office or tied to the mast and dumped in the sea

Welcome to the perfect storm that’s now the United States of Misery where white people prove yet again how ineffectual they can be when they’re thinking only of themselves and the hemorrhoids resting atop their slouching shoulders

I’ve been a pissant since the day I was born and that’s alright because contemptible people are oftentimes the only ones actually speaking truth to power

Wanted to call you on the phone, but decided there was no point when we were already sitting across from one another

You bit into that corned beef sandwich like it was the best thing you’ve ever had in your mouth and it made me jealous and it made me want you even more

I will always tell the truth whether under oath or not. That’s just the way I’ve always rolled and that will never change because truth will not fail you nor will it take you for a ride.

Charles Cicirella

6/12/17

People can snap apart like twigs. (For Chris Cornell)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-06-05T17_34_58-07_00

People can snap apart like twigs

It’s the way the cookie crumbles

The way the starartist dies, alone in a hotel room in Detroit

People’s voices no longer reached him

He was floating out in space with no anchor to remind him of his frailties

It sucks when all the air is sucked from your body and your consciousness caves in on itself like a condemned building or hostile takeover

We mustn’t forget we’re human to a fault and when that fault’s disconnected all hell can and will break loose

In the eye of the storm don’t forget to look up for Heavenly Aid because looking within doesn’t always do the trick

What if he woke up in the middle of a night terror and realized he was the enemy he’d been sleeping with this entire time?

People can break apart too easily in a perfect storm

Thunder and lightning the pyrotechnics we desire to separate us from the other animals in this suburban jungle of waste and squalor

Even superstars get tired and need to come down from the day to day and sometimes the only way to do that is by altogether removing themselves from the game

Charles Cicirella

5/18/17

Rattling (For Lambryah)

Rattling these chains

Nothing up my sleeves

I’m not a magician or a misanthrope and neither are you

Smell the flowers on the way to the cemetery

Don’t forget to bend down and inhale the pollen inside your audaciously cute and passionately perfect nose

I know I was here before, but that was another age when we were both in different places and the masks we may have worn hadn’t been sanded down yet by the clock and a refusal to ever grow up

Emancipation is key in these Abraham Lincoln times when nothing is what it seems and too few speak from the heart

I was out on the outskirts of town looking at an erupting volcano or two when you came upon me like a rolling roller-skate or slice of pizza topped with veggies and extra cheese

Always had a problem hanging on too tight. I believe it goes back to abandonment issues when I was a kid and the time I was sick in bed and left to my own devices with a bowl of lukewarm chicken noodle soup and a remote in need of fresh batteries

I don’t desire to own you or possess you in the least little bit

Just love when we spend time together be it on the phone or I hope soon in person

I know we’ll both be nervous, but nerves can be our friend if we just put our heads down and do the work

It’s probably true that I’m more into you than you are into me

Just look at you all hot and spicy and ready to take a good pounding

Me, yes I guess it’s true I am a cool, old dude and I know you said that with a smile on your profound lips and a twinkle in your revolving door eyes

Charles Cicirella

5/22/17

Debris (For Shiloh)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-05-02T13_46_46-07_00

Lost out here

Amid the bubblegum wrappers and improvised explosive devices

Since 911 it’s been our world because the terrorists won the very second we gave into fear

I’m not debating this

I have no conspiracy theories to offer

I just know things have changed as even Canadians now lock their front doors and grizzly bears find themselves carrying a concealed weapon

Hoping Shiloh will teach me what it means to be genderfluid because I believe even this old dog can learn a few new tricks

I don’t mean to say that genderfluidity is a trick and I hope you’ll accept my apology for my rough edges and the non-specific insults I toss out like baseballs at a home opener or meatballs rolling up another Sisyphus steep incline

Found somewhere out in left field

Discovered amidst the constipated intestines of another puffy rock and roller hell-bent to live a clean life as their opioid addiction ends up stopping them in their purple tracks

Elvis was no better as he sought absolution from one more crooked politician as he went off the reservation and his handlers continued spoon feeding him the obfuscated truth

I’ve fallen in love so many times with the idea of falling in love I’ve lost count

The streak of possessiveness I lay down on this hyperbolic highway creates only misfortune and collateral damage where once only chutes and ladders existed

I’m not much good to anyone and I am starting to question just what good all of this poetry will prove to be as I die with no one left to visit my grave

Charles Cicirella

4/30/17

I may be silent, but that hardly means I’m any less smitten with Katie Boyd.

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2017-04-13T00_52_34-07_00

 

Just because I haven’t written a poem for Katie in a while doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about her or that I’m any less in love with her.

I’ve been warm for her form and intoxicated by her whirling dervish mind ever since the world crawled from God’s cold, dead hands and became its own force to be reckoned with.

Evolution is but a cliff note and if you don’t believe me just ask Charlie once he’s done playing with his tortoises and hanging out with Snoopy and Woodstock.

Look I hardly know what I’m going on about and that’s all on account of Katie Boyd and how she affects my mind.

It’s as if I’m drunk and I hardly even had a sip of wine. In fact I’ve been drinking diet grape juice all night and haven’t smoked any pot in far too long a time.

She’s the girl next door I always wanted to get to know, but was too afraid to approach because I figured she was way too cool for the boring and trying likes of me.

I’ve been a wallflower long before wallflowers came into vogue and I don’t expect to bloom anytime soon even though I’m nearly fifty years old and being an adult is something I should have committed to a long time ago.

I don’t have any blueprint and perhaps that’s the issue at hand because I never plan for anything and when it comes to preventative medicine I’ve always opted for less pills and more prayer.

Her inquisitive eyes and winsome sighs brought me to this jumping off place where the rubber meets the road and the hopeless romantics either get with the program or end up left out in the cold.

Charles Cicirella

4/12/17