When the Bad Angel is the BartenderA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoWhen
the Bad Angel is the Bartender Heaven
is a dry county religion
has been drunk past capacity spilled
holy water no
ice just
the cold feeling of sin i
look for a bar that is open and
serves Catholic cocktails like
the ones i supped as
a kid but
those teachers who taught
me catechism didn't
tell me the perils of
intoxication now
i pray to Jesus to
save me from my own
addictions and
improper appropriations i
know i read that somewhere in
one of those holy books but
probably drank too much wine
that night and
it clouded my dream until
it rained the possibility i
might find a rental in
that county and
stay awhile. erin-cilberto 3/22/26 © 2026 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 29, 2026 Last Updated on March 29, 2026 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more.. |

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