waiting
on the big sleep pill
tantalizing
novel approach
chandler
and kevorkian
match
made in heaven, match made in hell
matchless
in the dim, dark fires burning down my eyes
blue
tip blown out by a grizzly’s sour breath
I’ve
been playin’ spin the empty jim beam bottle
wishin’
Rip Torn would come by and teach me Texas hold 'em
wishin’
he hit Norman Mailer with a hammer once again
gonna
hit the pipe and think before I start to type and shit
flows
out of my fingers, I’m waiting on the words
I
sucked and sucked and all that came was a pearl necklace all over my face
it
was like it was 2016 all over again and no one got what they wanted
until
she jumped out of the cake then everyone got exactly what they desired; a
broken heart, a nail file and a drunken memory that don’t fit in a box
like
a cat with no heartbeat or conscience or power of objective or rationale
thought I was smoking a joint on the toilet, hoping peace might find me
or
at the very least something to calm my nerves while I call my dealer
he
does deliveries in a beater car with no tail lights, I slip him an extra $5 for
bail money
the
pizza was cold so I turned the oven on and stuck my head inside
I
love my dates with Sylvia Plath, we listen to Peter Laughner together
let’s
change the speed of this poem, I prefer my poetry no slower than 78rpms Robert
Johnson’s me and the devil burning
like a sandpaper joint
even
a smoking baby can get lung cancer, even fidel castro plays for the pilots
even
a revolutionary beard can get lice
infested
with stars from one soiree or another
the
little cigarettes reek of phantom limbs
mildew
and wet lone ranger comics
fishnets
and crumpled up promissory notes
I’ve
been trying to buy lawn furniture since before Christ was born
after
the crucifixion I grabbed a tiki torch and burned the world down
it
was like playing grab ass with Christ
he
kept pretending he wasn’t interested, but I knew he couldn’t resist my muchachas
for long
Jason Baldinger/Charles
Cicirella
3/22/19
