jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

No Mas

No Mas

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


No Mas fisticuffs of creativity the gloves are off, the rounds short ideas in the corner getting treated for cuts inspirati..
Plath-Land

Plath-Land

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Plath-Land i am like a severed ocean a Great Lake, drained into a small pond inspiration has grounded itself onto a sand bar..
fifteen percent of nothing

fifteen percent of nothing

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


fifteen percent of nothing you paid me lip service but with an insulting tip was better when you just kissed me without t..
Mission

Mission

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Mission they called it an isolated incident a case of overexposure explicit integration of skin a passionate panorama of ..
shaken gladly

shaken gladly

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


shaken gladly a loose olive freed from its martini life the pit just a gnarled past the gin, a softly pounding residue of..
you are the colonel in my coffee

you are the colonel in my coffee

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


you are the colonel in my coffee a soldier standing at your attention your lips salute mine and i become a private on ..
moving to the suburbs of semantic renaissance

moving to the suburbs of semantic renaissance

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


moving to the suburbs of semantic renaissance a littered street shattered lamppost tenements half-hidden in a maze of graffiti ..
it happens every creak of the bed spring

it happens every creak of the bed spring

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


it happens every creak of the bed spring the laces of my tennis shoes undo as i run back to you in my dreams and you laugh as ..
unsure of the rhyme that cut us in two

unsure of the rhyme that cut us in two

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


unsure of the rhyme that cut us in two we hid in the would's of each other's could's got lost in the might left by each other's..
the ax from the ex

the ax from the ex

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the ax from the ex i retired from you but with no pension, just memories of the lies the long hours of waiting alone in th..