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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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..
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