Fire Island and wayward beach taxis

Fire Island and wayward beach taxis

 

 

I surmise

my birth was from Frank O'Hara's

womb

 

if he had one

poetic sustenance

is a bevy of short poems

 

scattering like breaking water

the letters find their way to light

a few candles by the typewriter

 

a few words of entry

a poem about the significance of Lana Turner

just because she couldn't get up by herself

 

and pretty was not enough

to sustain her,

but here I sit, tapping the keys

 

as if drinking in a bottle of verse

then opening another one,

and another one

 

and another one

until I am lying on the floor with Lana

not wanting to get up.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/12/21

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Art is an exhaustive endeavor. We ply our craft literally bleeding out life into the words. "As if drinking in a bottle of verse.." art is our vice, our drug, our addiction. We do this to find the sublime perfection within us. One to be remembered by. But in our search tear out the better parts of ourselves leaving a husk of what we once were. Bled out, emaciated, empty. Art requires its price. Incredible piece J, and one I feel is very relatable.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even your reviews are artistic, Carlos.
there is such a talent in that.
j.

[Corset]

You are King Kong taking the empire state building in this one, when Kong was blowing her dry many thought that erotic, she certainly made that monkey breath SEEM erotic.a testimony to her talents XD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Corset!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

With your words I can vividly see a lonely man typing by candlelight with lonely written across his face.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Dale,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Better to be addicted to Love… the intoxicating Fall of many Heartbreaks. You are the Poet of Romantic Rendezvous…. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Pat,
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Poor Lana was addicted to drink. Frank O'Hara, was quite taken with her. Upsetting for him that the beautuful Lana, couldn't help herself. You have written on this theme before. And the author here is addicted too, but to poetry. One after another not knowing when to stop writing. I am thankful for the poetry. No hangovers there J.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I need to stop....thank you, Chris,
j.