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May 13, 2024


By Charles Cicirella


Third poem I'm writing for you since I heard the news
Still trying to hit the tenor that was Vertigo and I'm failing miserably
You were just plain weird and I mean that in the best possible weird light that can possibly be summoned in these dark days where people play with shit and pretend its Play-Doh

Third poem and maybe it'll do the trick like a third leg or a third wife or a third secret bank account that your third significant other doesn't know exists
The Boys from Brazil can go fuck themselves because even Babs knows cloning your dog or a Führer is a slippery slope
You were benevolent in the strictest sense of the word because you understood giving only gets you more and as you shuffled off this mortal coil I bet your karma was at an all-time high

It's no accident that the first time I was published in decades was by Poet's Haven because you're the only person in Cleveland who understood it's about the work and not the celebrity or ego that silences productivity and shuns the true artists
I wanted you to accept me because I'm funny that way and I knew when it came to you there were no cliques and that everyone was invited into the tent, politics be damned
I don't know what happened and why your light was turned off so prematurely, but what I do know is as creative beings go you never shirked away from the responsibility of putting your shoulder to the wheel and actually making a discernible difference when it came to anything and everything art related beneath the hotspot sun.

Article © Charles Cicirella. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-11-25
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
1 Reader Comments
Charles Cicirella
01:06:19 AM
Vertigo would have loved this. Thank you!
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