jacob erin-cilberto : Writing

the silent drive-by

the silent drive-by

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


the silent drive-by you corrupt feelings with your vagabond words drivel all over the neighborhood never stopping at the inte..
on occasion

on occasion

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


on occasion the fly in my soup ducked under the waves and tore his wings slogging through the thick split pea of life ..
New Year's Eve at the Kennel

New Year's Eve at the Kennel

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


New Year's Eve at the Kenneldog chatter in the alleywaysmischievous canineschewing the fat with each otherand gnawing on bonesthrown out the back door..
Letter to the Muse

Letter to the Muse

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Letter to the Musewriting poetry was your idea,not mineI just wanted to have some loveread others' booksand fantasizebeing recognizedthen you put my n..
Ratso's cave

Ratso's cave

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Ratso's cave paraphernalia sits across from the unmade bed, sheets of needles ruptured skin of one suffocating from the ..
 Rhetorically Speaking

Rhetorically Speaking

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Rhetorically Speakingtook a seminar on depressionlearned to love to liveliving on the edgeon the vergeof getting wellon living to lovea peaceful minde..
a school of angry whales

a school of angry whales

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


a school of angry whalesgutted emotionsmutiny of feelingsthe captain's calmis truantthe heart is capsizingwhile downsizingone of the lifeboatsis missi..
Hitching Rides in Box Cars

Hitching Rides in Box Cars

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Hitching Rides in Box Cars transient words get misconstrued, then feared they find no place in a book or a heart homeless construct of lines ..
Yuling Banjos

Yuling Banjos

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Yuling Banjos the sled skidded on the pavement and the reindeer fell into corpses soon covered in snow white lace ..
Close that Book

Close that Book

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Close that Book I write about which I am familiar and proficient, so, this will not be a love poem. erin-c..