i'll take a bleeder, straight up

i'll take a bleeder, straight up

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


i'll take a bleeder, straight up

 

 

seldom love

innocuous to the heart

infectious longing

just a slight cut

 

no scars,

just tossing down some memories

at the nearest bar

in "on the rocks" splendor

 

so she'll  be farthest from my

 

 mind

by morning.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/29/15

© 2015 jacob erin-cilberto


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a drug is a drug is a drug, and we are all addicts. It don't matter if it's booze or speed, sex or...love. Some we take to stop feeling, others we take to feel. Life is an intoxication...and so is your poetry :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your words, lynn.

j.
Love it Jacob. :)
Just don't drink yourself to death.
Let your heart bleed....

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you, Cherry!

j.
The morning after the on the rocks specials a prelude to memory that is hard to swallow. Give me another bartender!

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

Last Call! :)

ah those memories...yes, hard to swallow some of them..

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WOW Jacob, and I thought I was the only one who chose the headache pain of a hangover to the pain of lost love... so what are you drinking, I'm buying this round... always amazed at the words you sling.. they know a real poet when they see one and decide to come out your pen... cool poem

redzone

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

you are so kind with your words, Curt.

thank you...

j.

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I've never taken a drink in my life. And my Dad from his cemetery vault still calls me a sissy, which
was his word for anyone who didn't get carried home by his friends at least once in their lives.
and a friend of mine asked me the other night, after all you've been thru, how can you manage
this world without a stiff "bleeder" once in a while? And my answer was "poetry" my friend.

In poetry the lover can always be written to return. Your the most prolific writer amongst us my
friend. dana

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

and i do my drinking in my poems...i am also not much of a drinker...i might have a social drink or .. read more
don't tell me her name's, Mary..

wonderful my good friend

:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

ha ha....thanks, Antonio...

j.
Fantastic write, a fine country song in the making … but with this approach your only hope is obliteration … for me drinking has always made the memories sharper.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you for your words, Shinsei.

j.
zephyr

9 Years Ago

my pleasure
You really and truly mean that? Your words are written in such a tongue in cheek way that i wonder if .. if maybe you've scribbled them on the ground just before a squall and.. know full well that you'll smile when you see them gone. Maybe?

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

ah you are insightful...love this interpretation, emma...

j.
emmajoy

9 Years Ago

smiling again
Perhaps, you'll not even think of her when you wake up with hangover. Lol.

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

thank you, gabrielle...always enjoy your visits to my page...

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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