CrashA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
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liquidation thoughts to ink ink to paper, stocks of the heart sold to the highest bidder,
moving on to another
life, no pens, no keys no prophetic shape
needed only a "soul for
sale" sign
crookedly planted in a
yard of despair creativity inhaled out
of thin air breathing erratic like Bernie Madoff just made off
with all my wealth of
feelings leaving me totally blank.
erin-cilberto 2/13/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilberto |
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Added on February 13, 2016Last Updated on February 13, 2016 Author
jacob 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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