rough draftsA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
i used to like Bukowski till i ran into him in a tavern one night in May over drinks he read a few of his poems then tossed down a final beer walked out leaving me to pay the tab and those dreary poems each one more bruised than the other. erin-cilberto 12/22/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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14 Reviews Added on December 22, 2022 Last Updated on December 22, 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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