![]() Room ServiceA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoRoom Service the shag is stained and dripping red from a perfectly halcyon ceiling the beat goes on but the drum beats become rapid percussion and the guitar starts to sound out of tune then a mum expression before cowboy boots retreating nearby planes accelerate like the bodies falling or scaling walls this will never become a live album the screaming fans within the vinyl grooves would definitely cause the CD to skip and skip and skip the maid waiting to clean the room as heaven waits tapping its feet. erin-cilberto 10/4/17 © 2017 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on October 4, 2017Last Updated on October 4, 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..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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