ghost town

ghost town

 

 

 

i don't write poems because of you

i write poems because i write poems

you are the afterthought after all the other thoughts

have meshed together and blown away like tumbleweed

 

my words are the dust storm

that blows past the cactus

you are the thorns on the cactus

but my ink is dry as the desert

when it comes to you

 

i don't write poems because of you

so don't think this poem is about you

this is no "You're So Vain"

and i don't need Mick backing me up

to write this,

 

it isn't about you, about you, about you

i swear it's not

really....

about you.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/26/19

Reviews

[LE Berry]

Ghosts populate this space of work jacob. I really like how you bring the concept of wind blowing through tumbleweed and cactus...creating a different perception of reality in a place of being separated.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, L.E.
j.

[gram linski]

This was great, loved the second line, anger and distain with a hint of regret and an imagined tear in eye,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, gram,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Clever,funny all rolled into one! Can’t help thinking it is about her and the ink is like a desert cos you have exhausted all feelings for her be it writing. Anyway it was well written, and I enjoyed the imagery of comedy one gets when obsessed with her and can’t let go!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, andrew,
j.

[Crowley]

Lol!!!! This is awesome. I know now it’s not them. The right amount of frustration and as a matter of factness to make me want to believe it!!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Crowley,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Loved this great music quotes too

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Julie,
j.

[Patricia]

well done, if ya keep writing it, it might actually come true, LOL sounds like the words in my head, hey- stay out of there, it's very dangerous, you could get hurt.:) As always such a joy to read your work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, and the smile, Pat,
j.

[Lyn Anderson]

ah yes, the one that sees themselves in every poem -- sometimes it is, but a lot of times it's not ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so true...thank you, Lyn,
j.

[Carol Cashes]

I'm laughing...my perverse and (suddenly) juvenile brain went to the "he who smelt it, dealt it" then in a desperate attempt to redeem my sense of decorum and dignity reflected on "Methinks thou doth protest too much", which I know is actually a common mis-quote as the line is "The Lady doth protest too much, Methinks"...

Best line: "you are the afterthought after all the other thoughts have meshed together and blown away..."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Carol,
j.

[Eilis]

Love the title and how it births the image early on. It does feel very much like a sketchy old western frontier. Uncertainty on who will be met and a need to put on the tough facade to ward off those seeking a fight or victim.

Yet, it’s more of an emotional landscape where the speaker seems to be defending himself against himself. The returning thought of the person he is trying desperately to forget. The constant intrusion.

I really like the way you’ve explored this theme here. The visual gravity of those symbols hits home. Evocative and empowering. Sometimes it’s just a matter of repetition to convince the mind of a desired truth. Though love is very stubborn.

Great poem, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Eilis,
j.