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

[wolfshrew]

Well damn, the craving for emotional companionship can be strong and easily absent where you'd wish to find it most. All we can do is find ways to make it along. This is well written and my kind of writing, for sure. You are so skilled, but that's a given.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind with your words, wolfshrew...
thank you,

j.

[jojay]

I love all the lines in this poem. My favorite: "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."

Also liked you title. It works in so many ways.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, jojay...

j.

[V]

Reads slightly different from your other writings, maybe it's the length or the structure, but still great.
I read it several times, I particularly enjoyed reading the first and last stanza. The pictures and feelings provided are awesome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i tend to veer off in different directions every so often...thank you for your kind words, Vanessa...

j.

[V]

But that's nice. You're welcome.

[Troy Henson]

Love the imagery Jacob. You paint some beautiful pictures and your writings have a presence all of their own.

Very nice!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Troy,
j.

[JayceeC]

Therapy...been there done that wrote the damn poem...Hope I never have to go back. The might as well put bamboo under the fingernails.

I actually found a therapist that I liked once. She cried for me, when couldn't. then she got herself murdered accidently by her lover's sex games: autoerotic asphyxiation. I was done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow that is a tragic story about your therapist...i have had three i really felt comfortable with...the best one really challenged me, but she also said i self-analyzed pretty well...following through on their advice or my own? easier said than done.

thanks for your words on this poem, Jan

j.

[Ruth]

You set the scene so well and vividly...the imagery, as always Jacob, is impressive...the coiling of thoughts is superb, no other definition for it! Amazing...truly :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your really kind review, Poppy...i was so unsure of this one.

j.

[Ruth]

I really love it, the thought process and imagery are fantastic love...