Cold Friday in the Rain

Cold Friday in the Rain

 

 

posthumously blue

after hours aura

a sacrilegious offering of rings and bones

and sunken eyes reading the patent

on the underside of a coffin lid, no place to put a book mark

when attention span wanes with wormy foreclosure

clothing rots like rodents on the side of the road

the scent of final thoughts encrypted

on lips opening to rotting teeth,

but the valuable gold fillings smile through

seeds of doubt,

the man talks to himself and knocks on wood

as the stagnant odor of regret

overtakes him

he wishes he had danced one last dance

with love,

before they laid him out

with lead shoes on an altar

he didn't even believe in.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/10/1o

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's hard to fathom there not being any feeling to death. I remember as a child, holding my breath for as long as I could, just to be able to feel what it's like. Poets negotiate with feeling all the time, how bizarre not to be able to sense its departure.

"the man talks to himself and knocks on wood" ...that'll be me, I'm certain of it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Kelly.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

A religious funeral for a man not ready to go...a man who never believed in religion anyway. I think as we age, regrets loom. The "might have beens" seem to pile up and there are days they are the centerpiece at the table of a pity party. "The stagnant odor of regret"....great line. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your insights, Lydi...thank you for them.
j.

[Ardra]

Ah the regrets....its better to have tasted than to regret not have experienced it isn't it.... I guess it's ok...the heart aches will be a part of it....what if death knocks and we are not ready for it...
This one is like a painting of death itself... I hope i don't have nightmares tonight heheh :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Ardra...and i hope you don't have them, either.
j.

[Neville]

This is so damn good and so damn often, frighteningly true.. quite brilliant in its very own write Jacob.... Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Neville.
j.

[Neville]

pleasure... N.

[andrew mitchell]

Nicely said Jacob, strong potent imagery.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, andrew.
j.