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Past the Sell-by Date
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Past the Sell-by Date too old to die creek veins spilling through cracks of skin crusted over with granite memory an..
Late Night Bender
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Late Night Bender somnambulist's writings next day, hungover no memory of tipping the pen or of the drive home to..
Nightly News Statistics
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Nightly News Statistics... fearless hearts warriors in errant battle odds uneven reciprocation is devastation the bombin..
the other side of answers
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the other side of answers time so swiftly empties into the bottom of the hour glass the sandy shores of old age brush agai..
helium angels
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
helium angels falling upward you caught my floating heart punctured it, i crash landed, survived but with mass injuries ..
you'll find me in the sitting room
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
you'll find me in the sitting room there is an old desk in the foyer of my mind dust accumulates for decades from disuse, a..
The Dickinson Factor
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
The Dickinson Factor adjusting composure my posture weakened when i read you poems of discontent brief eulogies for our love ..
Marginal Expectations
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Marginal Expectations billowing words, a minor infraction a major intention overrides the transgression's sin and if we g..
In Solomon's Court
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
In Solomon's Court i was in the middle of "bless me Father for I have..." when i heard the sirens his hands moved back to ..
as we wrote it
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
as we wrote it summer of '67 the backseat expunged adolescent urges and her hair smelled of heaven at least a 17-year old's ..
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