electric company and barfly religion

electric company and barfly religion

arbitrary heart murmurs

the shock from fused lips

a tremor

a burnt edge

an explosion

unwritten fragments of ecstasy 

ashes of us

in an urn of yearning

smoke filled yesterdays

ashtray lies

left on stained coffee tables

from the 100 proof bottle of catastrophe

we became,

arbitrary heart murmurs

just whispers in cracked shot glasses

from which we sipped a half moon

thinking 

our passion would suffice

even as our sky grew

pitch black.

erin-cilberto

10/20/19

Reviews

[redzone]

it definitely is strange, funny, ironic how passion/ecstasy is often confused with love and keeps people together sometimes longer than they should be.... by the time it is recognized the damage has been done and two people separate with bitterness... loved the "just whispers in cracked shot glasses" Jacob... powerful imagery with this line, with the whole poem actually.... nicely done Jacob...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Curt...surely appreciate your visits very much,
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So strange the transition from 'hero to zero' in love. Perhaps not really love but the fire of desire and passion. Whatever you write it like no one else can with so much brutal detail in allegorical photographs splattered in blood and bones and flesh.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, John...
j.

[Paul Bell]

That is life in the raw, the explosion of two incompatible people coexisting.
The highs that reach the moon, the lows, hell in a glass rollercoaster speeding to oblivion.
Yet we know people like this, and they do live in this negative harmony. Maybe the highs are just higher than the lows.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Paul.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

from the 100 proof bottle of catastrophe we became

Your lines here really pack a punch Jacob. Passion is never enough. It never lasts in its intensity however much we wish it. Relationships have to be built on more than that.
Excellent title, and what a scene you have painted here of a failed relationship. It hurt to read, its impact certainly felt. Great stuff.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Chris,
j.