a night in rusty armor

a night in rusty armor  

 

 

 

cocktail party parody

parrying profusely with pretentious

gab, that becomes drab

when it never pierces the heart of what matters

and then splatters on my tie

like the spilled martini mongrel

drinking in the atmosphere with fiercely fictitious wit

 

and the pit of the olive

stuck in my throat along with the real words

i want to use to strike down my opponent,

 

the shallow sinewy sober maiden

as i try to disconnect her

from the mob mentality

that has me sitting on my tongue.

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/13/16

Reviews

[EileenMarie]

I can picture the scene! Great flow, which is of the utmost importance to me or I loose interest. As I am the sober maiden I find after a certain hour its time for me to leave! Great write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, EileenMarie.

j.

[Jon Roggie]

Been to a few of these.

Prefer a gathering around a firepit.

Still,
no reason not to try to bring along the maiden.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

me too, on the firepit gathering...

thank you, jon.

j.

[ms. barrie]

intriguing write indeed, very evocative of hum drum
of fancy aired parties one attends to only having to engage
and the awkwardness of the polite emptiness small talk.
where it helps you to have a refill of your vodka tonic.

compelling, satiric imagery,.with amazing word play as always.
a pleasure to read. the title captured my eye [I know, I'm redundant];
because I'm currently reading "Mary, queen of Scots & the isles"
Thank you for sharing your poetic gift

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your insights, and your kind words, my friend.

j.

[ms. barrie]

you're very welcome, my friend...it's always an honor to
're visit your ink. happy writings to you - xx - b.

[barleygirl]

I know an alliteration junkie when I see one! (takes one to know one, huh?) That opening line was a humdinger! *smile* Your poem paints a vivid scenario of a haughty soiree & I'm soooo with you on many of these delicious olive-garnished sentiments! *smile* Your personification is spot-on & so rich with sparkling details! This is the kind of poem that makes a writer think: "damn! I wish I'd written this!" (((HUGS)))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, barleygirl...

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Polite chatter at a cocktail party....been there, hated that! "Adult beverages" to loosen the tongues to an awful degree. Those of us who do not drink such potables are embarrassed for the others. Holding your tongue is the thing to do, no doubt....but it is not easy. Loved the alliteration in this one. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, my friend.
j.

[W.k.kortas]

Mixes the wry and bittersweet deftly with your characteristically adept wordplay. Clever, knowing, and funny, and Exhibit A as to why I don't go to parties anymore.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, W.k.

j.

[Norman 223]

Appreciative of your acrimonious alliteration, I concur with your condemnation of contrived cliched conversation.

Nice one Jacob - now I know why I always avoided staff parties.

Norman

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you make me smile, Norman....thanks for that.

j.

[gabrielle]

Polite talk, especially in a party, is empty but it could be a starting point to a more meaningful conversation. Alliteration is impressive :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, gabrielle.

j.

[Carolynn]

there are too many pretentious people out there and some who just like to hear themselves talk - but a wise man chooses his words carefully. I loved the cocktail party analogy - especially the olive pit stuck in the throat :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Carolynn...

j.

[Pax]

intriguing! as so to say... sometimes or most of the times, its better not to say anything....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pax...yes, often better to just observe and keep our thoughts to ourselves.

j.