bail denied

bail denied 

lying in the morgue,

my poem pronounced dead on arrival

death by pen

the author arrested for vagrancy

and attempted wit, withheld now for evidence

the detectives read between the lines for clues

the poet sitting behind bars of blue

colors of a mind processing sentence

thematically visited by his muse

she procures a defense for his release

an insane rain of inspiration

or maybe just a pick

for the lock in his brain


erin-cilberto
5/2/16

Reviews

[Lorraine Montez]

Love it, love it! As I am becoming accustomed to anticipating in your work, this was delightfully imaginative! And so funny! Please keep feeding your brain whatever it is you fuel it with. Love the way your creative mind works!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lorraine...i don't know where any of it comes from...i am more of a conduit than anything...can't really take much of the credit for what comes out...

j.

[Sheila Kline]

We certainly can get into a "heap" of trouble for speaking our minds, rendering our opinion and placed into prisons built by the rules and views of others; thank goodness for that muse that comes to his defense as he might be permanently locked within the confines of the view of others....but yikes, that pick sure would be a pointed way to state a fact!
As always, creative and chock full of lines to cause one to "chew the fat".

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your comments Sheila..."the pick a pointed way to state a fact"---i like that

thank you,

j.

[Nisreen]

Oh the trouble a writer gets into for speaking the truth
Somehow society builds for those people a prison
Marking their work .... and putting them in confined spaces
While the writers searched for freedom
His muse supplied some nourishment
And his pen found ways to liberation by living outside of the rigid rules

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really insightful and poetic reply, Nisreen....thank you,

j.

[aLittlePain]

Love this Jacob, I'm always floored by your pen. This is just so clever I love how the words taste.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, aLittlePain...

j.

[Matching Socks]

Super duper.
The ending us tops.
Kind of reminds me of something a friend of mine saw on a tv show where two psycho lovers, one in Korea I think and one in US were communicating via poetry. Every 4th word was the message.
Both got jail.

Death by pen though...
I like that. Since killing is illegal I will write my ex to death!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have written a couple of mine to death, join the crowd, and thank you for your words and the story...

j.

[Matching Socks]

Lol. :)
Well I'm glad I'm not the only one with sinister thoughts!

[Dhaye]

Wow! Excellent piece again. Visited by his muse but bail was denied... we sometimes go through this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you again for your kind words, Dhaye.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

wow what a write j, one of your best of the best

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your really kind review, andrew.
j.

[Lyn Anderson]

This brought me to my garbage can in high school. Later, the recycle bin and the shredder, and later still, the delete button. I can't tell you how many times I start a new poem and junk it. That's what this made me think of. The cutting room floor. D.O.A. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

lots of mine ended up there too...thank you for sharing how you relate...

j.

[Woody]

superb, jacob! the well from whence you dig up your ideas is unfathomable. I'm always in awe.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Woody...

j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When a poet has writers block it is his pen that bleeds to death.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it is...thank you, Dale.

j.