she's my hour

she's my hour

sat there waiting for you to say something effective,

something of a cure you might be sure

would bring me back from the dead roses

that strangle my tongue with thorns of virtuous disharmony

and yet you sat there, flicking your pen in and out of your curt smile

cold eyes staring at the clock, a fixture 

on your wall of posture

as i lay on the couch, dreaming of Sundays

and Sundaes with girlfriends on top,

sipping kisses through a paper straw intent

like the words i slurp in my mind

as i wait for the hour to end,

and you to release me to my vagabond ravings

that spontaneously combust

with each word i hold inside

until the thought of her screams

against the walls of my rubber room heart.

--- then i pay you as i leave,

making an appointment for next week,

when she'll have me crazy once again.

erin-cilberto

2/14/16

Reviews

[A.H.]

I'm still soaking in it..
what metaphors, lovely imagery and just left me craving for couple of verses more..

These verses (I'm a bit speechless, you write wonderfully well!)

"and yet you sat there, flicking your pen in and out of your curt smile
cold eyes staring at the clock, a fixture
on your wall of posture

as i lay on the couch, dreaming of Sundays
and Sundaes with girlfriends on top,
sipping kisses through a paper straw intent
like the words i slurp in my mind"

Love is said to be an amazing healer.
But if you intend to be in a company of love therapist (if that is what you meant, by paying for that hour), I'm just thinking, what would it be to rant about everything you love and loved to a stranger, who is there to get paid, talk good, empathize but not really a friend/confidant to share your heart out..

On a side thought,
wouldn't it be comfortably numb to cradle those rants forever in the 'walls of your rubber room heart' and be on a hell high of your own ?
:D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your last thought...and yes, might be at that...thank you for your words, Abhilash...

j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

You should never pay for someone to listen to your crazy, when we will glady do it for free! Lol I love your rantings, whispers & sighs ☺

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Queenie...

j.

[Bacchus]

Love this review- from what I've read so far of your work- there are plenty who will do it for free! Keep the madness, it's fueling some great stuff.

[Dhaye]

Rubber is flexible...

I see here a need for something we can't have at the moment so we give our attention to what will give us temporary satisfaction and/or distraction.

Thanks for sharing this.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

good point on the rubber being flexible...that is so true...i always enjoy your comments Dhaye..you have a sensitive eye for poetry...and we all benefit from that.
j.

[gabrielle]

Waiting for the muse to come like a love-sick teen-ager, may look insane but the outcome of a fleeting moment with her could sometimes be as precious as gold.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very precious, yes.....thank you, gabrielle.

j.

[Jon Roggie]

Legal torture, and you get to pay. Different kind of muse...
Nice.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jon...

j.

[Corset]

I read somewhere that poetry was the best therapy and if a muse is the therapist well that can get a little sticky I bet, what if you could pay your muse (whomever that may be) to sit and listen to you rant about them for an hour every week and not say anything, except nod and write, hah! wouldn't that be awesome!?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, it would...she'd probably be really expensive though...thank you for your insightful words, Corset.

j.

[Corset]

extremely high maintenance :P

[Isabel25]

I like the concept of the 'Rubber room heart'..aren't rubber room found in asylums, if I am not wrong?

This reminded me of what I expect certain people to do for me- to do something effective, but they never do- and I would still go to them anyway. Often, we need to go insane to feel sane again, just like we need to lose ourselves to find ourselves once again.

Also, at the time she is you hour, you are her hour too- maybe that's why you keep going back.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, about that going insane to get sane again...agreed...thank you for your words, Isabel...

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

I don't know what part I like best, but I think it might be the sundae toppings -- followed by the wonderful finish ... amazing how we pay people to look bored and "treat" us for our humanness.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

true true, KL...thank you for your kind review.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

ah, I am not kind, only honest. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't bother.:)

[andrew mitchell]

superbly done Jacob, I hear the sipping straw kisses slurping, the clicking on and off of the pen, the loudness of the clock as you spill out your thoughts. lovely imagery!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, andrew.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Skillful metaphor.....lying on the shrink's couch telling her all about lost loves and fantasies and her stoic reaction is enough to drive a sane man crazy! "Rubber room heart"....love it! The imagery of slurping kisses through a straw is fantastic. As always, I so enjoy your words. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, lydi...

appreciate your encouragement...

read morethank you for your kind review, lydi...

appreciate your encouragement...

j.