just me and a few words packed in my U-Haul

 

just me and a few words packed in my U-Haul

 

 

 

sinister patches of black tar

a roadway of eternal sink holes

the wonder of future

the wonder of you

 

romance me away from this rock

moss is growing under my poetry

the ink in ebony dress

levity is the broken line in the middle 

of the interstate,

but my state of mind never passes you

 

i just hang back, hang-dog expression

eclipsed vision

the sun is a fox chased by the hounds of cumulus

 

even the Beat poets would think their poems cheerful

compared to taxi driver poets who get jumped

in their cabs with random tips--

most saying "give up, the world has no exit ramp for this"

Robert Creeley has a patch over both eyes now,

Plath is dying to stay in the institution

even Sexton thinks she wants a two car garage

 

keep your motor running people

because others are shooting off their motor mouths

and exhausting the tolls 

too expensive to drive the keyboards 

 

the wonder of future

the wonder of you

put me in a trunk with the old keepsakes

and letters from Sylvia

and the poems Sexton wrote when she was good

ask Robert to come home

even with the patches

he might be able to see

what we are missing---

Stop signs pleading

to us to put a brake to the madness.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/14/17

Reviews

[Cassie]

I loved this, so true sadly and you know how to put the witty side to even very sad words. You are a funny serious guy..can you be funny and serious at the same time by the way

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, you really brought an oldie back to the surface here. Thank you for your words, Cassie.
and yes, my sense of humor has gotten me through the worst...if don't laugh, we will die. I have to have fun in life or I stop breathing.
j.

[Cassie]

This review made me laugh, alright..can we hang out more often? I enjoy your poetry more so you Wittyness

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I would hang out, anytime, with you, my friend.

[Cassie]

I need positive vibes and more laughs

[B]

The references you placed here are a truly massive work of art ..... Moving on or moving out
Is this a matter of more to come ..... or realizing a massive loss
Only that road could ever so determine that
And the correct state of mind

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lingering Soul.
j.

[Corset]

this seems to swing from panic attack to obstinacy then back to panic attack again, I loved this, especially the last stanza

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Corset.
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Madness has been elevated from an occasionally acceptable explanation to the only discernible goal of many "political groups."
May true reason and our specie's rational self-interest--once again--prevail!
Much more, of course, to this exceptional piece of work.
Amazing read, Jabob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review and keen insights, Jimmy...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

"keep your motor running...head out on the highway..." The madness of today...well, it is out there, but there was madness back then too. Just a different brand is all. The old keepsakes seem to look prettier now that they have slipped away. Great references to Plath and Sexton. Creeley would see things differently today...or would he? Your poetry continues to impress, Jacob. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi.
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

Good one, j. It touches a lot of bases. In the words of that great Canadian philosopher...Tom Cochrane...

'Life is a highway. I want to ride it all night long.'

Sometimes just depends on the passenger.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love that song...thanks for the words, Ted,
j.

[AYVID N]

Nothing is keft unscathed by today's fast moving, materialistic times and poetry is no exception. The earlier purity and purpose are so missing. The stop signs are indeed badly needed. No words to adequately appreciate the exquisite imagery, your amazing art of expression.

[emmajoy]

'.. keep your motor running people ~ because others are shooting off their motor mouths ~ and exhausting the tolls ~ too expensive to drive the keyboards.. '

A metaphorical masterpiece, sir.. truly. Have read it a couple of times because there are quite a few views around your garden.. the light, the known, the hidden, the deep rooted and cherished.. all worthy according to what your heart and mind really want.

We seem to wrap selves in strange language these days, bumpy rides everywhere, not necessarily self made, but there to make us want to break suddenly and like Dr Who.. go back and make better, find the pure - the unpretentious perhaps.

Your poem is extravagantly but tastefully elegant, interesting and.. worth learning and keeping.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, em.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Brilliant............Just brilliant

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew.
j.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Love the 60's references - both to the arts & music! Nostalgic, rambling and poignantly reflective write. Well …. I certainly liked it! PS … my motor’s still running; coughing, chugging and sputtering, but still going! :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

at least it's still going...me too, Phil...
thank you,
j.