jacob erin-cilberto Writing

those days that old country road traced our heart steps black-eyed Susans were our culture, in youth a Vermont's Mad Rive..

matters that are you just a simple poem i set out to extricate but you complicate matters of intricacy as your heart's delic..

a casket full of roses a formidable charmer the nape of your neck interacting with my fingers eyes reaching deep within we k..

symbiotic sabotagemy words toss and turn substantiate invasionrestless expressionerin-cilberto4/22/18

plastic attributes tulips bursting through the white blanket bare trees seem confused the buds lie in wait frozen to their wits..

out of touch as fingertips reach for the moon an eyeful of sorrow leaks, impressions upon a cheek warping with fracture ..

High Noon for the Bards prolific gunslingers with poetic bullets reign fire upon the streets of a dawn's diplomacy pages react like..

an atheistic artful dodger (for emily d. et al.) you edit me with that infuriating doubt my perseverance is a reluctant sinner ..

the Play April intimacy like a Pear tree's spring scent approachable until close proximity the reeking alarm of you the blos..

a poet's unmarked grave aftermath of you residue incognito anonymous ash erin-cilberto 4/12/18

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