electric company and barfly religion

electric company and barfly religion

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

electric company and barfly religion


arbitrary heart murmurs
the shock from fused lips
a tremor
a burnt edge
an explosion
unwritten fragments of ecstasy 
ashes of us
in an urn of yearning

smoke filled yesterdays
ashtray lies
left on stained coffee tables

from the 100 proof bottle of catastrophe
we became,

arbitrary heart murmurs
just whispers in cracked shot glasses

from which we sipped a half moon
thinking 
our passion would suffice
even as our sky grew
pitch black.



erin-cilberto
10/20/19

© 2019 jacob erin-cilberto


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it definitely is strange, funny, ironic how passion/ecstasy is often confused with love and keeps people together sometimes longer than they should be.... by the time it is recognized the damage has been done and two people separate with bitterness... loved the "just whispers in cracked shot glasses" Jacob... powerful imagery with this line, with the whole poem actually.... nicely done Jacob...

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

4 Weeks Ago

thank you for your insights, Curt...surely appreciate your visits very much,
j.
So strange the transition from 'hero to zero' in love. Perhaps not really love but the fire of desire and passion. Whatever you write it like no one else can with so much brutal detail in allegorical photographs splattered in blood and bones and flesh.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, John...
j.
That is life in the raw, the explosion of two incompatible people coexisting.
The highs that reach the moon, the lows, hell in a glass rollercoaster speeding to oblivion.
Yet we know people like this, and they do live in this negative harmony. Maybe the highs are just higher than the lows.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your insightful words, Paul.
j.
from the 100 proof bottle of catastrophe we became

Your lines here really pack a punch Jacob. Passion is never enough. It never lasts in its intensity however much we wish it. Relationships have to be built on more than that.
Excellent title, and what a scene you have painted here of a failed relationship. It hurt to read, its impact certainly felt. Great stuff.

Chris



Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Chris,
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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