the cult hero

the cult hero

 

 

 

the barfly

met the swatter

he wrote poems

and left blood

on the bar stool

scrawled wings

torn,

disfigured faces

a web of entitlement

page one

the disclaimer

 

page two

i didn't get that far

and the beer

has left bruises

in my throat

 

coughing up a black and blue

foam

and the urge

to superimpose

all over his book

 

watch his inebriated poems

stumble into ignominy

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/7/23

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

I sense a real dislike in these words, kind of like trying to clean your shoe after discovering where the dog crapped is where you stepped.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah yes, those darn dogs and those who don't clean up after them.
j.

[John the Baptist]

This one brings Bukowski to mind. The man did like to drink and he was a cult hero. A little too earthy for my taste, though.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

same here.
thank you, John,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Jacob. The poor barfly had no chance. I did enjoyed the sad tale and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Coyote,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jacob.