Speedos and Irreverence

Speedos and Irreverence 

poems of composure

a rattled rhyme or two

settles down in slant,

then pause

then silent pondering

assonance, but not excessive

consonance but in blunted force

whittled down lines and stanzas

words regrouped

spacing a matter

of mind over

contract to write form

I feel free, suddenly

ridiculed for ranting

I am off the deep end

of a line

it's white

I don't care if I am in violation

I'll test the waters

dip my vowels

into a stagnant pond of mayhem

join a symposium

on writing Real Poetry

fall asleep to the hum drum sound

wake in a dream 

with a really fast typewriter

that thinks faster than I ever could

and hope the poems composed

read--- real good.

erin-cilberto

3/21/22

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Ooh! No way I'd trust a type writer that thinks faster then I do. That's I, Robot territory. "You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din."

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, M.J.
j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe it would be like trusting one of those cars that parallel parks on its own?

[andrew mitchell]

I love the pace of this poem, makes me want to kick a*s and write on. Almost like a stimulus package, a rocky movie theme just has that underlying energy. Love it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your encouraging words, andrew,
j.

[---]

Hot damn, Jacob.

You know, when I was about twenty my circle of friends used to snap all their fingers when somebody produced something good - be it music, art or the written word. I've just got the one hand, but I'm snapping my fingers over here.

Cheers, J.

-Ook

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Ook,
j.