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jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

prayer books and diplomas

prayer books and diplomas

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


prayer books and diplomas you were my sensuous Alma mater schooled me in matters intended for confessional repercussion i ..
crazy fingers

crazy fingers

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


crazy fingers echo madness teeth biting down on sheets of idiot wind the lava of words incessantly flowing unbound insa..
being your aftermath

being your aftermath

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


being your aftermath heat seeking missile your scent finds its target and i succumb the damage catastrophic in a perfec..
the right to die

the right to die

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the right to die suicide by lips feel the blade's penetration to the hips shaky knees collapse like the fluttering ..
old blue, told in senryu

old blue, told in senryu

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


old blue, told in senryu shades of bell-bottoms you were my blond incentive i was your pocket constantly reaching you held me ..
trying to hear your lips move

trying to hear your lips move

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


trying to hear your lips move subtle subtitles the writing on the wall barely audible but i can almost hear it with my aging ..
are there really bars on the windows

are there really bars on the windows

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


are there really bars on the windows dried moons, psychopathic lips kiss crazy arms bound in strait jacket embrace ..
dried art

dried art

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


dried art artifacts, exploration into the heart disclosures of a mission to uncover serenity the dig, the digging her, her..
the reinforcements never came

the reinforcements never came

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the reinforcements never came in dominant retreat your gaze comes forward i flinch in accepting withdrawal i loved your ey..
Muses might be the fallen angels of transcription

Muses might be the fallen angels of transcription

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Muses might be the fallen angels of transcription the creation of influence impressionable children of God we walk sideways toward..