Nico from PANIC POETRY by Charles Cicirella & Ted Kane

Nico

Here this is.
I think it will turn into a poem.
I didn’t know if you liked flowers and chocolate so I thought I’d give this a go.

Nothing you did or said or didn’t do or say disappointed me in the least little bit.
In fact I found myself hanging onto your silence like a child holds onto a balloon.
You kept me guessing which is something I need to do more of not less.

We drink or don’t drink to excess.
We fuck or don’t fuck to excess.
We pretend or don’t pretend we’re something we’ve never even considered being and maybe that will come in handy or maybe it won’t depending on extenuating bullshit.

Perhaps you were expecting poetry that rhymed or had more of a classic feel to it.
Perhaps you were expecting nothing and could care less what I may pull off.
I will not tell a lie, as I listened to you sleep I thought about you in that dorky RESIST tee-shirt and it made me smile and sigh like Woodstock from the Peanuts.

I really do hope you’ll call again because I would like to get to know you better.
I didn’t mind when you fell asleep nor did I find it at all rude or insensitive.
I promise not to say your full name because I don’t want you to feel any distress, but I do hope you’ll say mine again because it made me feel alive for the first time in donkey's years.

Charles Cicirella
10/18/15

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