Growl from LOUNGING POET by Charles Cicirella

Growl
(For Juliet Cook)

We spit
Spew
Chortle

I think I’ve written this poem before, but that’s okay because I believe Juliet will understand.
If she doesn’t well that’s okay too because we rarely see eye to eye and when we do it often has to do with the burning of the midnight oil.
Either way I am tired of trimming my wick and as candles go I‘ve never found them all that romantic or satisfactory when attempting to put any real light on a tiresome or troubling issue.

We pray
Puke
Bloviate

Writing poetry is the only time I don’t feel at odds with myself.
And it’s not because I have anything all that meaningful to say because to be perfectly honest I’ve never been much of a deep thinker and I understand that the light at the end of the tunnel is just my mind playing tricks on me.
I am not a complete cynic though and still believe in miracles when the time is ripe and the religious zealots have all blown themselves into pieces and parts of complete and utter randomness.

We cum
Cackle
Pistol whip our enemies until they either surrender or retaliate.

Charles Cicirella
7/31/15

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