i'll take a bleeder, straight up

i'll take a bleeder, straight up

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


i'll take a bleeder, straight up

 

 

seldom love

innocuous to the heart

infectious longing

just a slight cut

 

no scars,

just tossing down some memories

at the nearest bar

in "on the rocks" splendor

 

so she'll  be farthest from my

 

 mind

by morning.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/29/15


© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto



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Just what you need when you want to forget. Not only delicious but seems to do the trick every time. Hope you feel better now jacub.....Neville

Posted 2 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Neville.

i am doing fine....just a poem.
Neville Pettitt

2 Months Ago

Hey Jacob, I had no doubt or concerns about your state of health, well-being or indeed your circumst.. read more
an oldie perhaps but well worth reading
self explanatory
no frills just fact

enjoyed the read

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you so much for pulling this one out of the attic, angry....
appreciate your words.
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ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

my voyage thru your many offerings have only begun
Back in my younger days when I tried to toss memories, I found this approach didn't chase those pesky longings & regrets from my mind by morning! *smile* (((HUGS)))

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for digging up this oldie and for the kind comment, barleygirl...
j.
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Smoke rings,Johnny Walker and melancholy, one step away from the edge...Your poem puts us right on the barstool next to you. Great "sharp" lines and imagery-"I'll take a bleeder straight up."- how evocative is that?! As Frank once crooned, "So, Set 'em up Joe"...and Jacob closed with "toss down some memories". Stellar!

Posted 6 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Months Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Annette,

j.
erin-cilberto,
I get to enjoy a person's history by reading something of this nature. Let the past go (I think) Is the gist of this one? Great ending; so she'll be furthest from my mind by mornng. The words are spaced to bring a feeling of slow sips of a beverage and a slow release of memory too............? Anywasy this was really interesting to ponder. Bless ya. Kathy

Posted 10 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

10 Months Ago

releasing the memory...yes, slow and tough...
thank you for your kind words, Kathy...
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Kathy Van Kurin

10 Months Ago

jacob.
Ponder, ponder. We need the processing involved to unearth and view our lives. How man.. read more
Farthest from the mind come morning because you wake up with a terrible head ache. Can't concentrate with that can you? Valentine [smiling]

Posted 11 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

11 Months Ago

thank you, Kathie...:)
There is much residue left at the bottle of a whiskey glass....drinking in some wonderful poetry😀

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, my friend.

j.
Nurse, nurse, may I have another! Not harmful to the heart, infectious, slight cut, no scars...call me in the morning! I keep hearing "put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up.' I cannot drink as I once did, Now, when I succumb to alcohol, it is for the memories...wine means love, family, nurturing, romance, great sex, not alone...and if you are, temporary retreat from the pain of loneliness. This is another genius in briefs. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your insightful review, and the allusion to harry nilsson.....great song...from nilsso.. read more
love these poems with the "bar" and "drinks" metaphors....

too often people resort to drinking to numb the brain when the heart's been scarred.

i like the spacing at the end of the poem. nice touch....

well penned....

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

thank you for your words, rubie...appreciate your insights.


j.
old memories come to haunt so we wash them down with a few scribbles to free the space in our heads for new ones... guess it's like getting rid of the hangover...

Posted 2 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

yes, it is like that....thank you for understanding....

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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