The Leader of the Free Fish

The Leader of the Free Fish

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Wed, Feb 5 at 4:03 PM
    The Leader of the Free Fish



the beats had
          their own pronouns:

Hipster, far-out man

the Dude's writing again.
poetry stuck in his beard
like crumbs of leftovers
Mouth agape with words
almost emerging with diction
his tongue wagging the flag

Oh America
         I Loved you once
but now
         I don't know where
I live

                 that old block 
                          became a throwaway pronoun
like "it" or "its" or
"it's"really something how
we have turned on each other
like angry Piranhas 
destroying an already corpse
that America has become

         fish food---
Chub for the sharks

a Mandolin plays sad
as a nation corkscrews itself
           into oblivion's eddy

the wasteland president
is dumpster diving
into a lake of black water
a Blind man swallowing sand
and flags and other countries
in a monotony of surprises 
day in and day out

he is a hipster, a far-out man
a dude writing again
who has no alphabet
to "bet" from
but gladly gambles
feeding the sharks with
recklessly proseful fingers.


erin-cilberto
2/5/25

© 2025 jacob erin-cilberto


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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally 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..

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