freezing my insolence to the keysA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertofreezing my insolence to the keys asked if i knew what meter is my reply, of course was that it was that thing into which i place quarters to park my car you said i drove you crazy with my metaphors and random rhyme i gave you the name of a good poet therapist who counsels on violation of form but she is impossible to call because after all emily dickinson is more than one hundred years removed from this earth and this poem doesn't rhyme either so sue me if you intend my poetic existence does not depend on your acceptance or your rejection just the injection of words on white blankets warming themselves to a reader's heart so if you don't mind, allow me my leave i must retrieve my car before my meter runs out and my words get towed for breach of time. erin-cilberto 4/10/18
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Added on April 11, 2018Last Updated on April 11, 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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