the Wedding BandA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
the
floor kept tipping and my mood kept
tripping not a sip of wine in my
heart just dizzy on autumn's
sardonic breeze
a chill in the chords music in my glass eye but i still see you in
another world
parallel to my movement as i danced to forget, but each step caused me
to remember you more
until i just wanted to
turn off the band, ------------ weddings make the old
ring marks on my finger reappear,
and that floor of
memories just keeps getting more
and more claustrophobic
as i teeter in and out
of silence sure to pass out in
those dreams twirling in the arms of my emptiness.
erin-cilberto 10/4/15 © 2015 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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15 Reviews Added on October 5, 2015 Last Updated on October 5, 2015 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally 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..Writing
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