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

[Alisa Js]

This is one of the most descriptive and clever renditions I've ever read of a therapy session.

Good job, you!

Alisa😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, my friend.

j.

[PaleWriter]

You can't live with em....Many a man swerved toward that rubber just short of entering. Live with someone and the reason isn't always hard to see. Great 4th line and overall poem Jacob.

R.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, R.

appreciate your insight...and the smile for the afternoon.

read morethank you, R.

appreciate your insight...and the smile for the afternoon.

j.

[alifeacoustic]

Anything with a self description of vagabond ravings is more than worth a few minutes of my time, and yet again Jacob, you capture the essence of being, amongst the many who scream to drown out your voice, the only way a true poet can, with rawest emotions and subtleties of seeing self and others In the moment you frame so well.
Superb.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a kind review, thanks so much alife.

j.

[Miss Sharon]

So well written as usual Jacob. Love these lines ( thorns of virtuous disharmony ) Great imagery and metaphor in everything you write...a pure joy to read. ~SP

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sharon.

j.

[richy]

I just went to therapy for the first time today and I'm glad i didn't leave with these sentiments. I replaced the therapist in this with a love of mine and felt like i grasped your struggle and made it my own. The hardest part is the only one who can fix us is ourselves but we're broken...until we aren't. Great poem. thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing how you relate to this piece, richy...

j.

[richy]

I went back today and read this again. I really enjoyed it again and I'm sure the third time will be better.

[B]

Some people are soul therapy
We feel so good once we meet
Its that hour of escapism
In a way its liberating to have that free exchange

[jacob erin-cilberto]

that is true, they are.
thank you for your words, Nisreen.


j.

[W.k.kortas]

While poetry as therapy is easier on the wallet, you still pay. And pay. And pay.

Wry and well-wrought, as is your wont.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, W.k..
j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Love this title!

What follows is a multitude of offerings in the solace of love's madness. Here we are slurping away in poetry's ice cream soda joint.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

slurp slurp....thank you, Al...

j.

[Érenn]

This sounds very much like Therapy, maybe an appointment with a therapist? But then i read again and i think, it's all about sitting somewhere looking at this one person maybe reminding you of your own past. And trying to find solace just staring at her. I mean i don't know but this felt different from your usual writes. Just how felt when i read this one. Maybe i was thinking about me subconsciously making the scenario seem different to me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and if you could relate to it like that...then it worked...i am glad you could take something from it.

thank you, Errenn.

j.

[Érenn]

It's always a pleasure to read your works ^^

[Carolynn]

Oh you put me in an old roadside cafe with this one Jacob - hoping to find compassion in a cold hearted waitress who has no interest in listening to the broken-hearted patron that's sipping his memories through a paper straw - I'm pretty sure it's an hour with a counsellor you speak of here but I like my vision ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your vision too...perfect interpretation...thank you for your thoughts, Carolynn.

read morei like your vision too...perfect interpretation...thank you for your thoughts, Carolynn.

j.