The Leader of the Free FishA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto 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 |
Stats
36 Views
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on February 5, 2025Last Updated on February 5, 2025 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
|