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A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Suggestion BoxI am the poet criticshield your egoas this readerslams your poems into the wallrapes them of metaphorstrips them to the boneof muscle mo..
Two Old Friends
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Two Old Friends donuts and delivery trucks as the sixteen-wheel conversations dance under an adolescent moon a small town sl..
Shiteful, Spiteful Rhymes back on the lam
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Shiteful, Spiteful Rhymes back on the lam I skipped out on my parole grammar police put me back in the clink a plank bed a ..
Jars of Spite
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Jars of Spite strawberry preserves and subway tokens a cow with calf bones broken crops dusted serenity busted ..
and then the eighth sacrament
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
and then the eighth sacrament epiphany rising in the blink of a fractured eye a love poem sought its purpose a lonely man..
those stupid wildebeests
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
those stupid wildebeests post my tears on your blog for all to see you won't get many views because they are diluted with p..
Rose
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Rose the music died, the movement drained of life vinyl cheers no longer saluted we marched back to our homes shut the door, dr..
They, We, Us, me...
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
They, We, Us, me... enablers, thieves to our well-being all things being equal we adore them as they implore us to conti..
Poem
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Poem my emotions live within a split-level heart the basement flooded erin-cilberto 11/29/21
When the light falls hard
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
When the light falls hard habitual longings a love without trees hanging residuals the leaves glued to their own amusement ..
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