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the truth of windows
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the truth of windows the laughing draft chills my soul's window the glass frosting from your indifference i smiled t..
too late for the spotlight
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
too late for the spotlight i am illuminated but dead i am read by hoards but dead they didn't want me alive i had no me..
frozen tenderness
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
frozen tenderness flying without wings walking without feet holding you with no hands loving you with no heart i soar u..
Soldier
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Soldier esoteric embraces covert covenant a love fitting for spies of war, the lines of battle prevent solidarity among comr..
Fable
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Fable dark sun amber moon cows jumping bail arrest warrants for the indicted lovers underage passion truth left in ..
Old Habits Die Hard
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Old Habits Die Hard i'm now old news "and that's the way it was, and i was" When Cronkite shared his stories in black and whit..
Ticket
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Ticket i saw the train your face in the window the goodbye in your eye at the crossing idling heart wanting to cross the..
Station to Station Love
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Station to Station Love anemic fingers move more slowly than the memories of you leaving me nailed to the keys my cro..
from a bad seed comes a good seed
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
from a bad seed comes a good seed bad lands, bad men with white hats tomfoolery, not child's play but she has one alone ..
the fiction of being
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the fiction of beingsnow tirestread across the grey matterof my brain with chainsfor best traction,while my thoughts slip away each dayfarther down th..
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