Headless U-turns in a small pentameter townA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
Headless U-turns in a
small pentameter town
the
pen-less horseman riding naked into sheets
of unaccountable wind
words like tumbleweed roll onto gravestones a boot hill kind of
symmetry
tin stars where themes lie in dreams and spurs spin lyrical
tunes
there was once a sound
of silence but now just a silence
of sounds and two feet stickup out
of the ground
where once there were
five and a badge of iambic
honor
rhyme shot dead in a new west
now free verse has
rewritten history with unconfined accuracy leaving us all looking
for some kind of rhythm
before the boots get too
scuffed and dusty.
erin-cilberto 10/14/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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7 Reviews Added on October 18, 2016 Last Updated on October 18, 2016 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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