ghost treatise

ghost treatise

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

ghost treatise

 

 

 

Let us collaborate,

I will write words into your skin

you slide your wares

in-between my lines

let the moon be our desk lamp

as we conjure up two make-believe chairs

 

and sit cross-legged, intersecting themes

with the diligence of one presenting a doctoral dissertation

to a committee that would rather be watching a vivid sunset

than to listen to our oblique offerings

our spontaneous, irreverent semantics

sinking deeply into veins touched with decaying inspiration

 

Let us collaborate,

let our words collide

the bulb eventually burns out

our love with, for and by the pen

will exhaust

and leave us much older, slumped in the chairs

legs too fossilized to cross

 

as our want for bed sheets

is replaced by a need for more sheets

of printing paper

because the pen is all we can move anymore

or perhaps now

the pen moves us

from in-between

to outside the lines

 

where we become

a collaboration of souls rising

dead poets haunting.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/5/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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The power of the pen mightier than the sword becomes a compulsive obsessive disorder. As long as there are thoughts, there will always be words, there will always be a pen to write them down. Had a supernatural tone like a pen and a ouija board. Great writing.


Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

yes, you are so right....compulsive...
thank you, andrew.
j.
The obsession with writing and our words can overtake everything else. That is the life of a true poet. Not always a comfortable place to be when words are priority. Well written Jacob.

Chris

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

so true, Chris...thanks so much for your words,
j.
there are those who have nothing but words, yet they remain whole, poets are like that and no one feels pain quite like them... Neville

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

true and truer....thank you for your words, Neville,
j.
Neville

5 Months Ago

you are more than welcome
N.
Words become such a way of life, they begin taking precedence over everything else in life. While taking it too far is not always a good thing, I take take comfort in the fact that the pen never gets fossilized. It still haunts after running out of life, perhaps from another side. You captured the die-hard poet so well here.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your kind review, DIVYA,
j.
DIVYA

5 Months Ago

You're most welcome Jacob.
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It feels like love and attraction making way for a new obsession . Like we, poets, become so obsessed with our written fantasies but ignore reality completely.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your words, Ana,
j.
Ah that illusive thing called love and meaning and self fulfillment! You reflect a mood of introspection and vitriol with the sardonic wit in this systematic dissection of the subject Jacob.

Posted 5 Months Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Months Ago

thank you for your words, John.
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
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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