Dull Needles and Flying Mammals

Dull Needles and Flying Mammals

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Dull Needles and Flying Mammals

 

 

 

i found a heroin addict

hiding in my attic

with a squirrel who had lost his mind

and stored his nuts behind

a box of old photo albums

the mice had gotten to,

with half eaten pictures of you

and us

and that fuss that was our wedding

on the day you said you weren't sure

what you were doing

 

the needle found its home

your arm went numb

the squirrel bit you with rabid attempt

because he thought you were stealing

his box,

and i clobbered him with an old bat

that had flown in from Richard Wilbur's cave

like a zig-zagging thought

that refused to settle on the page

 

and then you lost your mind

as the squirrel landed on the vein

of crazy

i just stared at the half-eaten picture

only the half with you left

and you had left hadn't you?

 

i decided to retreat from the attic's charge

and write a few words,

but found i was still hearing noises above

and they weren't really bats or squirrels or addicts at all

 

just my thoughts

hiding behind those photos

and my heart hiding behind dusty memories

of you.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/3/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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wow, i'm blown away by this. i love this so much, your writing has such character, excellent job!

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind words, C,
j.
The squirrels were the catalysts that kept the nightmare alive. Great writing.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, andrew, had fun with this one.
j.
Devastating memories to relive. The half eaten photograph macabre. The memories of the wedding day not an encouraging start. The loft is like an open coffin with the corpse still in it and those crazy squirrels just add to the chaos.

Chris

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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your review of this chaos, Chris...
j.
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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Smiling back :)
J., you write an altered state of harsh memories- visions that hide in attics and minds and caves of poet- laureates- in this disturbing poem. Like a ghost train heading for wreckage. The first two lines are shocking and create a vicious visual. Graphic addiction references/metaphors and crazy squirrels of skittering thoughts are scattered throughout. Profoundly cynical, melancholy and mournful write. You are the unchallenged master of this form. ( V1L4- did you mean ‘stored’?)

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, i did and thanks for catching that typo...
and thank you for your kind review of this me.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

1 Week Ago

No mess, really grabs you where you live! You’re most welcome J.:))
I seriously hope all is okay in your world jacob... with my failing one good eye. I can see nor feel nuthin kind in these words... it feels like I gotta get out of here while my tourniquet still fits...

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thanks, Neville...everything is fine...just a poem..

j.
Neville Pettitt

1 Week Ago

that's just fine then.....
Damn...those half-eaten photos can contribute to the chaos of memory...parts good...the rest mostly bad.

I have been supporting a couple of families of squirrels in my soffits for a couple of years now...they thumb their collective noses at my feeble attempts to evict them...thinking about hiring Rocky because he's got that whole moose thing going on.

Love can be addictive and very difficult to go cold turkey.

A good one, j.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

I wonder if Rocky would be a good regular worker, he is too used to being a super hero.
thank.. read more
The mind is a good friend to the injured heart, conjuring intricate illusions to try and dull its pain but somewhere lost in those dusty alleys the re-visiting heart never stops trying to put the pieces back together. The torture of those voices never ceases. This poem is so profoundly sad...

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you for your words, my friend,
j.
DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

Always a pleasure :)
Memory lane can drive one near insane. Best not to look back

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, Ana,
j.
Now this is one scary mother of a psychotic trip Jacob. I could feel the chaos and the confusion and the disorder as loss once more pronounces itself in a descriptive and image filled poem.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

2 Weeks Ago

thank you, 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 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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