pills for a hard-cover life

pills for a hard-cover life

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

pills for a hard-cover life


needy poets with long fingers
grip the slip of tongue
itchy digits scratch the keys of consternation
contorted hearts massage the page
with words of indigent meaning
but it's enough, like a dollar to a drunk
combined to buy a bottle
to hide in a paper bag maybe used as parchment
in the heat of a tirade of tired testosterone

lovers only a reflection in a rear-view mirror
like Viagra propelled thoughts
their scribblings absorb the booze drawn inspiration
as libation
to loosen up soliloquies of self-deprecation

as the fingers form fists
and deliver a punch to those
who have that true gut
of interpretation,
when others just walk by
brisking their pace.



erin-cilberto
2/10/18

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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Extremely clever word play connects metaphorical marvels.
A brilliant assessment of clawing and jealous "poets"; poets in-name-only.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind review, Jimmy.
j.
the writer's life... when everything is a subject, a muse, but it is the details that adore us; the writer's mind abides.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, 550AU--
j.
EVERY POEM, is a scathing revolt against the "righteous order" of mankind. And yet, every poet is trapped by the stipulating constraints of language. If your not careful you might pass one on the street, sit next to one on the bus or nudge one out of the way in the vegetable isle since they look like every man/woman. but there's a burning so loud, so utterly magnified that they have to go someplace and let it all hang out . is it unfair to think that the world is separated by the only two groups of folk that really matter to it's orbit, poets and non poets..?........well, yes! Great poem my friend.....dana

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

dana, you make me smile....thank you for these words...
j.
This is such a delightfully exaggerated version of self-absorbed introspection as to be hilarious, poking fun at ourselves, we self-proclaimed poets, so full of foibles & OCD grinding. But especially the way you convey this from a distinctly male POV, it's literally dripping with heavily-pontificated mind melts. Some of your phrases are crafted like melted butter on lobster *yum!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i love lobster under melted butter so i take that as a compliment...thank you dear lady...
j.
Here it is a topic all of us know more or less: a strong sense of a poet's existential dread when the words won't write themselves.. :) I liked:
"their scribblings absorb the booze drawn inspiration
as libation
to loosen up soliloquies of self-deprecation


Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Gandre.
j.
you have some great lines that drip, ooze & veer right into the blackness of the poem. i can feel the darkness.

regards,
al

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Al.
j.
I have dwelt in that hard cover life and now am a needy poet with long fingers that still at times form fists of rage. That reflection in the rear view mirror is of my father drinking himself to death to avoid the ghosts that plagued him for so long after the war. It is difficult for most to accept, easier to spout platitudes and turn away. A brilliant description of what so many go through, j. A damn fine write. Thank you for that!

Ted

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your very kind review, Ted.
j.
Is everyone else to afraid to touch this one? You had me at dollar, drunk, and booze. Ok, testosterone and viagra were just icing on a very dark poetic cake, but the imagery provided is bar-none. This poem made me wonder if I am a hack at times, which is something I'm sure we all struggle with. It's the super confident ones that turn out dog s**t consistently, I believe. I keep reading the last stanza over and over again wondering if I am the former or the latter. Maybe we can be a combination of the two. It's a damn good write that's for sure. Have a good day, man. CD

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

if we never think we are good enough, we just keep striving to write a good poem....and if we lose t.. read more
CD Campbell

1 Year Ago

You the man J

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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