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the Pugilist
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the Pugilist Bukowski spilled his wine all over my poetry in rampant disregard he just got another glass and typed ..
Pregnant Pauses and Silent Proclamations
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Pregnant Pauses and Silent Proclamations i am rich in my poverty, saving heart's pennies for the rainy day when your ..
the Garden
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the Garden they ran naked in the street in '74 a blurry photo of John and Yoko look a likes talking to two cops who had..
Queen's Gambit
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Queen's Gambit transient roots upscale neighborhoods turn to woods a poor man's shuffle the dance turns to ragamuffin part..
Learning Curve
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Learning Curve storms are so loud yet they create eerie silence afterwards what was there before an afterthought ..
Sheet Music
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Sheet Musicsinging fathers,drown out childrenwith little or no voicecringing in the corner of the orchestra pitat the feet of parentscoweringthe drunk..
Fire Island and wayward beach taxis
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Fire Island and wayward beach taxis I surmise my birth was from Frank O'Hara's womb if he had one poetic sustenance is a..
and so on
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
and so on sometimes i feel like an etcetera... or the et. al in a group of poets i find peace in blending in and yet..
Brunch Bouquet
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Brunch Bouquet Christmas lights at the pancake house plenty of syrup but out of mistletoe kisses are melted butter your..
November's Axis
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
November's Axis a cold, bold storm white soldiers cover the field flaky swords, bitter guns something itching to get inside ..
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