Room Service

Room Service

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Room Service


there are riffs in the carpet
the shag is stained and dripping
red from a perfectly halcyon ceiling

the beat goes on
but the drum beats
become rapid percussion
and the guitar starts to sound out of tune
then a mum expression
before cowboy boots retreating

nearby planes accelerate
like the bodies falling
or scaling walls

this will never become a live album
the screaming fans within the vinyl grooves
would definitely cause the CD to skip

and skip

and skip

the maid waiting to clean the room

as heaven waits 
tapping its feet.


erin-cilberto
10/4/17

© 2017 jacob erin-cilberto


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“As heaven waits..tapping its feet”..Your words sad, tragic, vitriolic all at once. “ This will never become a live album”-stunning, deeply moving. Inter-woven Imagery of music and slaughter. Profound memorial to Las Vegas victims. R.I.P. “When will it ever change?”...

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your kind review, Annette.
j.
A sad tragedy and massacre of the worst kind. It affected and still affects the thousands of people. All prayers and good thoughts are with them. An excellent expression on this event, sir Jacob.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you, Sami...it is just horrific what happens much too often these days...such senseless acts.<.. read more
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

All true. God help us. You are welcome.
I now deplore the sound of news casters on the tele these days. I cringe and shutter like their cameras..a world gone mad...lives gone wrong...all about controlling hate....I sit here daily and try so hard to love but my heart just cries instead...Great work J!

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you, Queenie...and i feel the same.

j.
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BBP
Nice tribute J.
So sad when senseless deaths occur.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you, BBP----

j.
I feel the regret of Las Vegas as the country and western fans are assaulted from a hotel room which ordinarily might see a different sort of action. The rapid percussion now haunts us as we hear it on the newsreels and understand the confusion that allowed carnage to continue so long.

Posted 6 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

6 Years Ago

thank you for your words, John.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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