the morning after a day that never existed

the morning after a day that never existed

 

I'm a rich man's storm drain

poor water gushing

unattainable green 

flooding my envious intellect

with angry assertions

 

why am I the beggar

swimming backwards

through the rusting metal

of life, wasting away

slowly

 

my poems barely

keeping their themes

above water

 

the stench of rancid metaphor

fills the page with incessant 

despair

 

While others drink a toast

to those they step on

and never hear us

shattering the glasses

they dispose of

 

after gargling with our tears.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/29/25

Reviews

[redzone]

Why is it we, the salt of the earth, must look up to tie our shoes, while those we enrich stomp all over us as though we are nothing but waste. But then, this system we live under was never meant for us. Their high and mighty words are a sham, as this is the land of the greed and home of the grave. Remember too, the last thing to come out of Pandora's box was HOPE. And HOPE is a dangerous thing. HOPE that we can and must end this long nightmare. Funny how a song from 2 centuries ago, "we have been naught, we shall be all", still strikes fear in their rule. We should sing it more.
-Curt

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, we should sing it more, Curt...absolutely.
thank you
j.

[emmajoygreen]

That, sir, says it all - and, more than likely essential in these messy, murky days. You create another world with your metaphors, jacob, sir.

'gargling with our tears' - how very true in some cases,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words. Seems funny...97 views and one review. Almost like there is a glitch in the view counter. Anyway, thanks for breaking the ice on this one.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Sometimes I actually wonder where am in this place and should I be putting in an order for a delivery of food!!!! :) With luck - being a Sunday, more will have time to appear on your stage, sir Jacob!