some always unfinished business

some always unfinished business



to Frank O'Hara with warm regards
regarding that common figment
in our imaginations,
the motor still running
number six pouring out in the fireworks

and i don't even have Lana Turner as my muse
not really sure who lights my fuse
maybe a combination of lovers and friends
and to what ends
my themes may come

it's like writing in a soap box
not sure when the pen will coast to a stop
or when another poem will pop

i think you would understand
like when
there is that party in your brain
and the guests just don't know
when it's time to leave,
and they all drink too fast

they spew words
puke dreams onto sandy beaches
on their oceans of creative calamity

and i being the fool i am,

even though it is getting so late
join them.




erin-cilberto
3/2/19

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

As I recall, poor Frank O'Hara met his end on a sandy beach long before his time. Still, it must have been nice to have those parties in your head spewing out words. It sure beats writers block.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, Frank and I write similarly...I am not talking about competing with home on talent...I mean the process...we both just fling them out several at a time...just churn them out while in a zone and then suddenly it is over.
I write a poem and then just move on...the revising is as I am composing...but I don't spend much time...just boom, and there it is.
if I wrote any other way, it would not work for me.
Parties in the head is a good way to put it.
thank you, John,
J.

[John the Baptist]

Interesting to learn about your method. How do you come up with topics?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It is weird...I see or hear something that inspires me , or just get a phrase in my head....and start writing...and then as I am working on a first piece, another idea just pops into my head and so on....I have no idea where it comes from, that is why I just feel like a conduit...with little or no control over my muse.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Another beautiful, relatable poem full of amazing wordplay you can’t tear your eyes from. This flowed so smoothly and nicely. The rhymes and wording were perfect and precise and so many lines shone. ‘On their oceans of creative calamity’ this is absolutely beautiful. Then you follow up with another brilliant line that wraps it up and ties it together. We can’t keep ourselves from creating, even if it feels like we shouldn’t or there’s no point sometimes. Our creations are one of the real valuable things on earth. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the way I write leaves me wondering how anything I do can end up precise....
I am like on a carnival ride....I get on, take the ride, get off...and somehow poetry happens....
I am lucky just to be a conduit for the words...
thank you, Vertigo.
j.