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Nosferatu's Wish
i would suck words from your mouth
like dracula with a perverted longing
bloody my lips with sweet nothings
drive a pen through my heart,
if this undead feeling of lust
could fly away in the coldest moonlight
leaving me to live forever with "i love you"
hanging around my neck like spliced garlic cloves
as
scented sentiment
to keep cold teeth from puncturing
what innocent memories i had left
alive.
Consequence
when later is earlier
nothing is something
and something is nothing
where is nowhere
and somewhere is sometime
in the future
which tomorrow might be the past,
i saw you but didn't see you
now i regret having regrets
and wish i could take back
what i didn't give
you're gone and i'm here
but here is nowhere
nothing is something i have to live with.
Where the Pavement Ends
in the bootheel
they grow love like weed,
and money is manure,
they step in it, then wipe it off their shoes
toes ground into a paradise mirage;
yet it is felt,
miles of crossings
where hearts meet and cars avoid
lanes of capitalism that
hoards white lines
we dust fields,
the grazing grain an emporium
of serenity
hold hands with nature,
kiss the earth
then buy new shoes
as souls wear out
from building barbed wire sentinels
to keep out filet mignon
migrants from the city
where the traffic is too congested
and harvest resentment
too expensive
to plow under cement sarcasm;
where deer signs hang in museums
antlers serve as coat racks
and jaywalkers wear pristine nikes
to bed at night,
to keep their immunity
from being stolen.
Jacob Erin-cilberto ,,,better known to his friends and co-workers as "Fog,"
teaches English at John A. Logan community college and Shawnee Community College.
He has been writing since 1970 and has published in several small journals and anthologies,
and received a pushcart prize nomination for 2006. Jacob also teaches poetry workshops for the
Heartland Writers Guild, and Southern Illinois Writer's Guild where he is able to share his
love for poetry with others. He is originally from Bronx, NY. He has published nine books of poetry.
Email: Jacob Erin-cilberto
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