When Gasoline was Cheaper than Typing paper

When Gasoline was Cheaper than Typing paper

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

When Gasoline was Cheaper than Typing paper

 

 

I wanted to be a poet

since I could hold a pen

 

but ended up wielding a shovel

digging for oil leaks

instead of editing and rewriting

poems

 

found the leaks, sooner or later

wrote a poem, sooner or later

 

the pipe fitters perused what I wrote

sighed

then fixed the hole

 

in my soul

but it still leaked

with words

that had nowhere

to flow.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/3/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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Well, this was a fun read. --- Smile, I did.

Posted 9 Hours Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

35 Minutes Ago

thank you, JE,
j.
Like water seeking a hole
words of a poet will find a way to leak out
whether or not anyone sops them up in another question.

I have arrived with a mop and bucket.

Good one j.

Posted 17 Hours Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

15 Hours Ago

Thank you, Ted...and so good to see you around again...
j.
You you have words and can not put them to paper....it is a terrible feeling. So painful.
Another good write.

Posted 1 Day Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Day Ago

yes, so painful...why is it that as poets, it is so much easier to write sad than happy?
than.. read more
light and ashes

1 Day Ago

I'm not sure... I'm pretty sure I've done both.
You are very welcome, jacob.
What did you write with the shovel? Or, like me, you can pour the words into the hole you just dug and add a little gasoline and a match. Someday maybe I'll write something equal to what I read - but I'm beginning to think Mary Oliver was right: poets are born.
W.

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

Sometimes I think I should light a match and burn it all...times when I feel it sucks...
I re.. read more
The oil tank seems to be holding its own,/ the typewriter still bleeding the ink on the page,/ in metaphor brilliant and second to none,/ surely there's hope for the poetic sage. Carry on my dear poet friend, I'm still listening. F.

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

I just bet you are a really good guitar player, Fabian.
and thank you for listening.
j.. read more
It's crazy how gas became so expensive right? It used to be that gas was cheap but not it sky-rocketed. Where I heard on the news that people steal the gas out of other peoples car, it's crazy. People don't pay for gas at the stations too. Look at what the world's become. Thanks you for sharing!

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

I wonder if people steal paper out of other people's typewriters? OH, wait...no....no one uses those.. read more
Aura

2 Days Ago

haha... maybe people steals paper out of the printer, highly doubt that though but from the way the .. read more
Fantastic metaphors here Jacob
Love the last verse

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you, Julie...
j.
Frustration .... So now those words have found a channel into which they can flow freely and be shared all over the world to like minded people...

Posted 3 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you, Stella...yes, we write, we share, we connect.
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 a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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