January 2021
Bio Note: I was born in New York, grew up in California, last studied in Texas, and worked for decades
in Florida before returning to the promised land of Santa Cruz. My poems have appeared in all the states where I
lived and, especially, at moriapoetry, Chicago. Also in UK, Spain, Portugal, Mexico, Brazil. I do some translations as well.
Co-nun-drum
My therapist suggests I give air and wings
to my feelings and dreams in my writing
My literary advisor suggested I never use
flighty therapy sessions as creative springboards
My trusted accountant suggested that both
therapy and remunerated literature classes
were superfluous and unsustainable expenses
My suggestion manager said she could no longer
work under these conditions free of charge...
I'm still figuring out what to make of this taste
of freedom
Stopping in my EV
It was nearly Nochebuena (Xmas Eve)
one of the culminations of the busy holiday season
so I was feeling rather lucky to have found a
prime sparking spot in the lot of the bustling market
square preferred by the incessantly inferred in-crowds
and the electricity provoked in the city-state body of
mine was fine and divine and the
ionized current that flowed forth with fury
for four or five minutes was plenty enough
to charge my accounts til year's end.
©2021 Charles A. Perrone
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