just me and a few words packed in my U-HaulA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
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 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on July 15, 2017Last Updated on July 24, 2017 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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