Whatever

Whatever

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Whatever

 

 

 

is this art?

or poetry,

or both

or neither

 

and did you ever exist

when our lips purportedly met

conveying askance of tongue twisting

not of the "difficult to say words" kind

but more the "silent chemical reaction

fogged up the windows" kind

in what we considered a limousine of love

 

even if it was only a '64 rambler

with reclining seats

for reclining effort

and bended knees next afternoon

as the priest listened breathlessly

to the synopsis

of

 

art? 

or poetry,

or both 

or neither

 

even if you didn't exist

i could bring the dream of you

into the confessional

and amuse Father blank

who would stare blankly 

through the screen

wondering if my car

 

had a good radio...

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/6/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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Art and poetry, j. art and poetry,

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

a good combination that we do hope to achieve....
thank you, gram,
j.
there is just something special about that last stanza, I suppose maybe we do bore others a bit with our dreams of love, but there is something to be said about a fine car that has a great stereo for those long rides on the life road.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, there is...very special...i appreciate your visit and words, Corset,
j.
An amusing piece here that recreates the trade off between spirit and hormones. The scene in the confessional is really rich. I can see the priest's eyes staring "blankly." Those guys do have a hard job.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

yes, and some of them don't know boundaries..thank you for your words, John
j.
Love this one too Jacob always a pleasure to read your writing

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Julie,
j.
Your muse taking you back to those early days of young passion, in that 64 rambler and then the guilt and confession to the priest who was probably guilty himself of stuff far worse. You ask questions, questions that remain unanswered all these years later. Does it matter, does it really matter now?

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

maybe we did, no, just sweet memories...what the priests did...that is another matter altogether, eh.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Yes the priests, what they did does matter. What you two got up to in the back of the car is just sw.. read more
Ah that tryst raises its head again and that car must have seen some action! And Father blank probably shot them too! Once again you twist description and time and place into the mirror of reflection and still seek answers that will never be answered. Another sadly poignant piece Jacob.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your kind review, 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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