torn jeans

torn jeans

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

torn jeans


my mind is so blown

rhetoric in rags

patches of words

skyward bound


I am ruled by some heartless muse

I can't feel the meanings anymore

the writing is finding its own way to the page


without me

or with me

or in me

or from me


conduits with knots

in my stomach

as I hurl over the keys


maybe possessing a mind 

isn't a prerequisite 

I come empty headed

in application

for this poetic license thing


wild thing

mild thing



just a couple frayed patches

from an old rag who can no longer speak

on his own

or anyone else's own.





© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto

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Sometimes I feel like the poems write themselves. I am just a vessel who is a willingg slave to the muse.

Posted 1 Week Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

I am a vessel, a conduit, as well.
I don't feel responsible for what I write, at all.
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I especially Loooved the last two verses
Spelling typo not above that’s how I pronounce when I’m rapt
Great poem
Glad you back

Posted 1 Week Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you for your very kind words, Julie,
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Week Ago

Not kind just honest

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Added on May 2, 2021
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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

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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