a syllabic lack of evidence

a syllabic lack of evidence

a poet's interrogation

lasts for pages of printed lies

confounding the curious readers

with extended metaphors

that drag on for days of reexamination

bright lights do not uncover themes

they burn them deeper between the lines

the suspect leaves so much to the imagination

the confession is just smeared ink

the pen stabs the interrogator in the eye

with misdirection

and with a very steady hand

that could easily pass a lie detector

the poet writes cursively creative

verse to free himself

from impending confinement.

erin-cilberto

7/7/25

Reviews

[c4ssiopeia]

i really love how you used meter in this! it feels almost bouncy when i read it in my head, which adds to the sort of chaos of the poet trying to lie his way out of an interrogation.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, c4ssiopeia...
j.

[John the Baptist]

You definitely have a talent for combining the efforts of different endeavors to create a poem. Here it's poetry and police interrogation. In this case, the poet writes creative verse to free himself of impending confinement. In real life, the cop would probably call in a mental health prescreener to see if the poet could be committed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am sure I would be immediately committed. Thank you, John.
j.

[Davidgeo]

mostly to escape into a new trap forcing me to escape for new reasons, an old trap... the evidence available to me points in that direction. The old saying "in is the only way out" comes to mind for some reason.

It's good work you have here man, highly open to interpretation but I think everyone will identify with the baseline. That's, good writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, David.
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Galactic-ally metaphorical and pud-poundingly stoned to the grinding balls of (mind, heart, & soul) reproductive truth!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Marvin.
j.

[Relic]

Sometimes poetry is overdone. Sometimes it's underdone.

And sometimes it's not done by the poet at all.

I'll leave it at that/

Good one, J.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Appreciate your words, Relic.
j.

[Vol]

Jacob,
I used to tell my students that the reason I never liked math was because it kept telling me i was WRONG! No matter how happy my day, how bright my outlook, how strong my optimism, 2+2 cannot be 5! But the riches in literature are whatever you want them to be! You can read the same poem every day for years and find a completely new meaning every time... And NEVER be wrong!
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

As Archibald Macleash wrote in "Ars Poetica" "motionless in time as the moon climbs."
Yes, whatever you want them to be...and hopefully those riches are not tainted by being earned with A.I. instead of human minds.
j.

[carl]

Wow, almost you convince me to take up writing tea bag quotes. I mean all those incriminating excesses are go to choices for me. But in the end I see it is all for a good purpose "the poet writes cursively creative
verse to free himself..." I've got to get this out of me before I suffer a mental emotional hemorrhage. Be well dear poet - carl

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are too funny...thanks for the smile, carl.
j.