a Very Short StoryA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
foreplay/ then foreclosure i am back out onto the
street without so much as
a note to sing my last song
with you buttered toast, then
jammed like the locked door to
your heart my will, scraping the
pavement as i think of old times getting excited,
touching your hand and other skin that sought my groove melodious eruptions of
fantasies the gushing well, a house built of glances, small talk and
affidavits of feelings signed then disregarded annulled no
unscrewed Smuckers just a screwed schmuck no bed before breakfast no breakfast before
eviction my affliction/ a worthless piece of
paper worn shoes and a heart searching an
antidote for an anecdote. erin-cilberto 7/13/1o © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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12 Reviews Added on March 19, 2018 Last Updated on March 19, 2018 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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