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jacob erin-cilberto
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her green thumb
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
her green thumbredress the liliesinto roses,the flower pickers think they are all Julietin bloomand the Romeo voidis just temporary exilefrom a garden..
the ties of destiny's child
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the ties of destiny's child superfluous blues union dues and black eyed susans with dirty faces and pumice scraped hands ..
May 1984--the final tour
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
May 1984- the final tour frenzied guitars burnt voices frozen in memory brown eyes ablaze in tone deaf stare she ..
Thoreau's Getaway in Theoretical Woods
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Thoreau's Getaway in Theoretical Woods rustic intrigue wilderness fingers touch urban skin a slight rustling in the concrete boun..
the prism of the moon
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the prism of the moon spitfire jeans of adolescent denim prolific pockets speak a backseat language dawn breaks, and curfe..
love in the arctic waters
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
love in the arctic waters within the icicles pictures of you frozen into my mind the points sharp, they dazzle, then fall to ..
Still Carrying your Books in my Mind
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Still Carrying your Books in my Mind a reprimanded student of love detention with no touch lips mumbling alone not touc..
Orange Crush and Irrelevant Neighbors
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Orange Crush and Irrelevant Neighbors severed mountain a cluster of small family trees still intact but wavering in a mournful..
stream of consciousness with no conscience
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
stream of consciousness with no conscience intermediate adjectives identify proper people with improper verbiage and adverb hand..
secret santa
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
secret santa there are flies in the pantry opened wounds scar tissue wrapped in red ribbon a bow on the heart damaged goods..
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