Dollars for DreamsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoDollars
for Dreams
come
back to my apartment she
pleaded, love
me no
exchange of cash
I want
to feel something other than
the droning of neon lights outside
a seedy hotel window and a
door closing in the middle of the night
that
walk home is so long when
unfulfilled connotes the
experience. she
wants to give away her heart
not
reserve it each time she is intimate she
wants the risk of it shattering so she
can feel alive not
watch the clock with each embrace
She
has enough savings to try it Patience
might be standing on the ledge
if she
jumps into her real desire will
he be there to catch her? save
her from a cold, concrete ending?
broken
dreams invite curious onlookers they
seem to love, thrive on tragedy and
maybe she is the show tonight.
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12 Reviews Added on March 1, 2024 Last Updated on March 2, 2024 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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