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Mother
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Mother so many years after umbilical longing cured fevers, disappointed looks, and fervid smiles she is cold now in ash..
at sunset
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
at sunsetwent phishing on the internet rivercaught a can of spammed emotionand three passwords from virus-ed heartsbut threw them all backand shut dow..
the most important meal of the day
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the most important meal of the day napkin notes on the kitchen table leftovers of us packed in suitcases goodbyes only refriger..
indeterminate language of us
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
indeterminate language of us give me nothing of you and will still feel like i have everything even just the little somethings y..
Literal Palette's Implosion
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Literal Palette's Implosion abstract hearts paint illusions of figurative love in circles, squares then unwanted triangles d..
icicle's ingenious argument
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
icicle’singenious argument warm hearts burn themselves out cold creates callous chaos we can live with in blind c..
a fossil remembers
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
a fossil remembers raptors catch the scent of rapture passion is a Mesozoic masterpiece of still life, as he sinks his teeth..
when Ferraris become Ramblers
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
when Ferraris become Ramblers i once thought i had posit-traction kisses could lay rubber down on lipstick roads thought m..
saluting Poe
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
saluting Poe intoxicated poems can't situate in a digressing mind too much turnover of thought emotions needing to ramble ..
Round
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Round sparse implosion on the outside, cheeks turn rose fists clench, she's gone and on the inside i am in the corne..
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