Window Seat

 

Window Seat

 

 

 

i'm the disillusioned saint

the bad angel, wings in blasphemous flap

 

torn shoulders, no one can rely upon

as my flight flinches

unbound toward heaven now,

i don't believe in you anymore

 

you were my Bible, verbatim

my saving grace

my entity to unlock that gate up there

in the cumulus sky

 

 

now i rest in limbo's inn

overpaying for my stay

and staying until check-out

my only luggage, the sins of my youth

the mistakes i put in the secret compartment

 

i keep my carry-on close

it is my only memory of you

and the innocence

that once flew me into the joy of reckless abandon

 

a forced landing prevailed

and now so many pages of the good book

are missing,

 

i've detached from first class

and my soul is withering away

in coach.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/30/17

Reviews

[Bacchus]

Dating evangelism never works.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the read and your insight, Bacchus..

j.