a Lincoln for a Leer....

a Lincoln for a Leer....

 

 

lackadaisical lummox loved loosely

sought sirens' scintillating scent

but bared his bottom bleary eyed blind

causing chaotic cracks in the canvas of his calligraphy

 

so he wrote writhing wrinkled wrestling thoughts

to temper his too tenacious trespasses

 

and poetically place his pen in proper perspective

after hours,

wistfully wishing she had a penny

for his profane thoughts.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/22/19

Reviews

[Lorry]

To me this speaks of the regrets of saying, or writing in this case, a sanitized version of what we want to say but are fearful to do so, or the complete opposite of regretting what we said in truth and realising too late we should have kept that labelled as think only.
Poetry is a wonderful way to edit reality and paint a more acceptable picture of ourselves, as well as being hugely misinterperated... So apologies for where this piece took me :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

are you kidding? apologies?
i love where you took this....poetry belongs to the reader once the poet lets it go...and this works really well.
thanks, Lorry,
j.

[john l smith]

not sure I am on top of all this but certainly appreciate the alliteration

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dave...

[Ted Kniffen]

Although not quite a lummox, there was a time in my wayward youth that I sat so close to the stage I got splinters in my nose.
This conveys that seedy aspect of certain emporiums very well, j., and the abundant alliteration set it off perfectly..

A good write.

One small typo...line 6 'his'

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh yes, thanks for catching that...
will fix...
and thanks for your kind words,
j.

[Onlyme]

I liked this a lot, made me chuckle, smile and imagine this image in my head. Wonderful use of words and expressions.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Dawn,
j.