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of Course
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
of Course celebrate the fine print those words barely legible or audible the catch under the hook the one that leaves t..
the form of the storm
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the form of the storma glutton for lightningelectric thought patternseloquent shocks to the synapseknowledge is a stormsome absorb, live through itand..
shopping in your attic
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
shopping in your atticin your aged minda shadow of what you kneweclipses my storeerin-cilberto8/1/16
Juliet's Exiled Smile
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Juliet's Exiled Smile your voice was like a brisk wind i felt the chill echo in our breath quivering, i closed my eyes ..
unemployed again
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
unemployed again corporate smile you eloquently encroach this desk jockey juvenile with your businesslike goodbye ..
an insect's dilemma
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
an insect's dilemma some of the old structures in the city looked like Churches with huge steeples but what went on inside, far ..
soaring under
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
soaring under eventually you will waterfall into my arms dive off the cliff of doubt with reckless abandon and after the deep plunge togeth..
night watch
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
night watch glib sandman restless mind succumbs he laughs she rises from the sheets of a blank white opportunity he sits sleepily drift..
speed trap
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
speed trap wrinkled blouse calloused hands roughhousing skin a few buttons undone morality takes a back seat the upholstery ..
the comfort of confinement
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the comfort of confinement always believed "less is more" but the sentence with you was much too short you paroled me befo..
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