Perdition's Exception

Perdition's Exception

 

 

confessions of fictitious writer

words in abundance

stream through a sieve

the occupant on the other side

no priest,

no father i have sinned

no contrition

no expedition

into forgiveness

 

just phrases

of phases of a life

well drunk, of bruised ego

of crippled inspiration

found in the bottom of a bottle

 

he is the tequila worm

swimming in his own detrimental philosophy

 

fishing for the elusive

sign of the cross

so he will no longer have to bear

his.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/14/16

Reviews

[Bala Gorthi]

A very nice write Jacob.
Just phrases of phases of a life......... What a beautiful poetry!
Yes, we are always there mostly with our pleas and of course sometimes with our confessions. But , what can we do! There is only one for us whatever may be his/her name.
Reading is your work is always a pleasure.
Thanks for this one. Keep sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Bala.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh the whiskey .. a never ending empty bottle ... Catholicism is long and wide and many there are that swim there ;} tho we marched up to the church weekly for confession i remember only one scene ...a little boy making up sins because he just had to confess something .. not that he had none .. he simply didn't understand :) ..and always the three Hail Marys and one Our Father .. nice job as always sir .. enjoyed reading
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you understand the religion and how youths looked at it for sure....thanks for your insights, E.
read moreyou understand the religion and how youths looked at it for sure....thanks for your insights, E.

j.