Mind Jazz (For Jia Lin Cheoh)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2019-01-10T21_59_51-08_00

I cannot stop my mind from thinking

Always working on something

Sparks shoot out of me like volcanic ash

Always been on fire, on target, on the hook

A creative junkie who believes in love and fear

The fear dissipates when I remember

Imagine you in the corner of a smoky bar

Listening to the mind jazz like a soft parade

Fever dreams are the best part of the trip

Many cities

Many lives

Many cats on a hot tin roof

sundae

Cannot stop my fingers from typing

Not even near a keyboard and my phantom fingers roar

Sound of nails on a chalkboard avoided like a plague of sexy robots on holiday

Charles Cicirella

1/11/2019

For J.B.

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2019-01-04T22_41_54-08_00

eyes buzzing fly

super hero resistant to all

except falling from a skyscraper 
like King Kong

Charles Cicirella

12/28/18

I could tell you.

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2018-12-31T13_04_44-08_00

I could tell you what record was on his turntable when they found him hanging, but it’s none of your business

Always have a purpose when picking through the wreckage with a stick, even and especially when the sun is shining in the heavy feelings sky

I could tell you what kind of things he took out of the library, but what would be the bloody point?

John Petric called and said unless the details are salacious we don’t have any inches we can commit to

I called him a snake and hung up the phone

Jim always suspected John Petric had it out for him and he was right.

Jim was a piranha in a kiddy pool of guppies and young turks

He was the soldier throwing silverware in "Forever Lowman"

Shadows are cast when a legend refuses to climb back into their own skin.

Charles Cicirella

12/31/18 

It's About Time

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2018-12-26T14_13_50-08_00

Stop the madness

Inroads frozen

Christ bud

Guns snuggler

Brisk walker

Aero dynamic kama sutra

It’s about time

Wasted or not

We take the hill

They called him Buddha in high school

They call him Buddha now

I am always late to the party

Promises scraping against the windowpane

I was a king pin and then I was a gutter ball

Take another hit and forget the friend you lost yesterday

Attention spans like a gypsy’s curse not even worth their fate in fool’s gold

Stop the madness of getting inside the clown car, pretending you have a sense of humor

None of this is funny including the part when you pulled down my pants and sprayed me with a fifty foot fire hose

Start your comeback tour

Before you know it everyone will have forgotten the company you once kept with no regard of stagecoaches exploding

Your daydreams are yours alone, but please don’t ask me to partake in the nightmares of your lies

Charles Cicirella

12/26/18

Vapors (For Kat)

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2018-12-23T12_38_30-08_00

Woke up heaving like a Belgian sailor with a waffle stuck in their crow’s hatch

My Sicilian grandfather would smoke any cigarette he had coupons for

Never forget walking into my grandparents’ living room on Liberty seeing him smoking a Virginia Slims Luxury Light 120 in his favorite recliner

My poetry doesn’t need to make sense when you’re my muse steering me toward distant shores and refurbished lunch counters

I desire to kiss all of your tattoos in the order you got them or in alphabetical order if that’s more to your irresistible liking

We settle for brunch when breakfast was too difficult a task to master in the middle of another underground war

I imagine your second in command is a Siamese cat that speaks in haiku and your most trusted of confidantes is a red-tailed hawk that loves discussing string theory after a break of heron and wood rats

The lively discourse of Alice was never challenged because Lewis Carroll was a master at keeping things well hid including if his "little heroine" was actually based on any real child

Libraries are the only friend I’ve ever trusted without any reservations or lingering doubts

Woke up and when the heaving abated I made myself a cup of instant coffee and remedied my vertigo by sitting down at the computer and writing this poem for you

I imagine us going to the park or some old time theater where the films are still shown on an actual movie projector and when the lights go down no one talks or munches their popcorn too loudly

We mustn’t resist the temptation to live the life we choose to live because even love can grow prickly if left on the vine too long

Charles Cicirella

12/22/18