jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

an old show in present perspective

an old show in present perspective

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


an old show in present perspective time is a bandit, and there is no "have gun will travel" evidence of a hand that can get t..
reconnoitering with the regrets

reconnoitering with the regrets

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


reconnoitering with the regrets drab notice, in the certain trees a foliage of faces, memories of lovers branching into atmosp..
ampersands and an ocean of meaning in a happy tear

ampersands and an ocean of meaning in a happy tear

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


ampersands and an ocean of meaning in a happy tear a valid point unannounced, just the eye's watery voice at a glance, circ..
Want Ads

Want Ads

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Want Ads the newspaper print faded in the flood, tears falling through the roof yesterday's headlines were about us, abo..
staving off the junkyard blues

staving off the junkyard blues

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


staving off the junkyard bluestraffic jam in my mindbroken down old thoughtssputtering to stop lights,the signals stuck on red,idling roughly, my engi..
pleasant infractions

pleasant infractions

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


pleasant infractionsinstigator winksa simile of lasheslike encroachmentoff-sides,but she declines the penaltythen throws a smile in his direction,his ..
a moment's notice

a moment's notice

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


a moment's notice tranquil interruptions in a still life quarantine moving so fast we are inert the mind matters most..
at the end of the end

at the end of the end

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


at the end of the end the void inserts itself like a damaged book mark, or maybe the story within the pages is damage..
Lost

Lost

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Lost the winds of change have settled there is a quiet rage within she has gone southeast, reluctant mountainside clamors for a..
toy boats and streams of consciousness

toy boats and streams of consciousness

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


toy boats and streams of consciousness you came wrapped in treacherous smile ribbons which paper cut my heart the bleeding..