jacob erin-cilberto
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Searching that tree that Grew in BrooklynA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoSearching that tree that Grew in Brooklyn literally hanging from a figurative branch of fool's wood with bark gold spots of in.. |
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hands of old on streets of newA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertohands of old on streets of new articulation trickles softly upon the hallow of my breast the heart speaks in comforting whisper.. |
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anthems and dead silenceA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoanthems and dead silence the statue of kneel before her, or stand before her or lie down in the street before her protes.. |
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pour me another poem, pleaseA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertopour me another poem, please she was just pieces of herself lost nights another bottle waiting for dawn her guitar soaked with .. |
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nothingA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertonothing crawlspaces and frozen faces frozen keyboards ice box words, chapped lips trying to say them aloud the temp.. |
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scene of a beautiful crimeA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoscene of a beautiful crimeforensic fuseshort circuited wisdom,footprints burned into the heartlightning cracks the limbs of sensethey falli falltake t.. |
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Autumn's escapeA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoAutumn's escape the insignificant other dwells in a land of make-believe of potent potables of an inquiring mind as to why .. |
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diagram meA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertodiagram mei spend hours in your dreamsand you still don't notice mejust as in the awakeningyou walk right by my daydreamsnot even a turn of the head,t.. |
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street corner renderingsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertostreet corner renderings indigent feelings poorer prophecies of dire happiness smiles for quarters dropped in a guitar case .. |
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stained interceptionsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertostained interceptionsname dropping writerslike sorting old shirtswith limp collarsand worn size tags,too many washes of dialectand intellectthe tide r.. |
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