staving off the junkyard blues

staving off the junkyard blues

traffic jam in my mind

broken down old thoughts

sputtering to stop lights,

the signals stuck on red,

idling roughly, my engine with a broken block

the oil of reckless abandon, dried up

the pistons once overly exuberant

now clogged with decayed liquid,

maybe too many drops of impertinence

maybe too many drops of in-congruence 

maybe too many drops of missed opportunity thence

but now just trying to keep a belabored car on the road of life

steering through the jeering of the past

looking for that end green

where i can coast down the hill

not worrying that my brake shoes are so worn

from too much walking through love

with an untied accelerator.

erin-cilberto

12/26/15

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my! there you go again mastering the craft of metaphor and personification ... what a treat to read sir! and perhaps one should abandon the care take the hood and go sliding :))
i like this poem a lot .. love can take a toll ... but if the groundwork is sound ..the vessel may remain better than ever .. i inherited my Dad's John Deere riding mower (purchased in 1971) and use it to this day ... i keep it tuned and clean and take it to the Masters hand from time to time to make sure i am doing all i can ;) great poem! thanks for sharing!
E.
ps your humor is sublime ..have to say i chuckled a bit as i tooka look at this ol' jalopy ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and i so enjoyed your story, E. about the John Deere...thank you for that...

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

its true ;) i have his Dobbs classic fedora he wore to work .. i sometimes put it on as i mow ..just to pay respects to the Ol' Irishman ... love and peace and a big Happy New Year sir!

[alifeacoustic]

Those services come round more and more often the more you keep going. But as long as the mechanics keep fixing it, we'll keep on going. Perfectly captured Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, alife...

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I believe at the bottom of the hill is the love potion pit stop. Need an oil change?

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha...thanks, my friend.

j.

[h d e rushin]

it is not easy to navigate through this life of love and unlove. Way too many abandoned vehicles
and burning tires in the way of life to go as fast as we may like. May as well be like the poets
and drive around naked with one foot on the accelerator and a gas gage that cant be read.
Then eventually what shiny things you cherish, what expensive things to pay long for, even those
luxurious things you wait a lifetime to acquire will be just the stuff of poesy and translation.

Your endings are the stuff of righteous morality...........well done....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, dana...

j.

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Nah...you're more like Herby the Love Bug. Got all kinds of magic under the hood :) I know this wasn't meant to be cute or funny, but I chuckled cuz I thought of this...you just need a heart restoration, a little high octane hope in the gas tank.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are too kind...and actually in most of my writes i do intend the humor, even if it is dark..
read moreyou are too kind...and actually in most of my writes i do intend the humor, even if it is dark..

thank you for your words, lynn.
j.