In the end, just a synonymA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoIn the end, just a synonym aloof poets fancy schmancy magazines with brilliant reviews almost in English that is understandable oh those metaphors packed into one line enough for three poems at once digestible if there are days before reading the next indention of excruciating effort aloof poets acrobats performing high wire acts way above the heads of the simple patrons who pay extravagant prices to secure these New Yorker privileges of membership oh, and the Such and Such review sits on a shining shelf of comfort My work consorts with the other geniuses who write up to our standards put me in your anthology and I will triple its worth after all I am one of the aloof poets and I dream, I dream of only myself and the critical acclaim achieved when they publish me as The Collected Works of the Aloof Poet who gave his life to his craft and sold his pen to the devil to frame his fame on the pages of his indifferent life. erin-cilberto 12/30/21 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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12 Reviews Added on January 6, 2022 Last Updated on January 6, 2022 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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