Phillip Erb

Rookie - 0 Points [Jacob Thorn] (August 15,1982 / Louisville, Ky.)

Phillip Erb Poems

1. A Story One Bird Sang The Morning Peace Found 6/22/2007
2. Whisperers 6/22/2007
3. Footfalls 6/22/2007
4. Impeachment 6/22/2007
5. One Too Late 6/22/2007
6. Dismissed 6/22/2007
7. Roughshod 6/22/2007
8. Prison 6/22/2007
9. Tollbooth Tax 6/22/2007
10. Sun Shades 6/22/2007
11. Thirst 6/22/2007
12. At Sea 6/22/2007
13. Mute 6/22/2007
14. Finger 6/22/2007
15. Chestnut Street 6/22/2007
16. Angel 6/22/2007
17. Collecting Time 6/22/2007
18. Night Watchman 6/22/2007
19. Elizabeth 6/22/2007
20. Lucy Lies 6/22/2007
21. River Gwar 6/22/2007
22. Jumper 6/22/2007
23. Essence 6/22/2007
24. One 6/22/2007
25. Echoing Loons 6/22/2007
26. Commencment 6/22/2007
27. On The Quad 6/22/2007
28. Umbrella's Experience 6/22/2007
29. Tributaries 6/22/2007
30. Street Lamp Sunset 6/22/2007
31. December Mud 6/22/2007
32. Grief 6/22/2007
33. Simple Things 6/22/2007
34. Make Believe 6/22/2007
35. Quiet 6/22/2007
36. Roads 6/22/2007
37. Ripped Blue Pages 6/22/2007
38. Relentless Machines 6/22/2007
39. The War Behind Our Eyes 6/22/2007
40. Silent Seers 6/22/2007
Best Poem of Phillip Erb

Entrepreneurs’ Dream

Within the walls of a breathless instant, the entire world falls asleep
And another one becomes alive, opens its eyes, checks the clock and heaves a sigh.

Fascinated with lackadaisical dream visions and the conversions with vague
Silhouettes
Gesture so vibrant and melodramatically to muddy the conversation,
So the vagrants are too distracted by the confusion to focus their eyes
On how damn thin the locals are, talk so loud while their voices don’t
Make a sound
(the walking dead)


The waking world hasn’t the faintest inkling that the ...

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Impeachment

Like a king about to address his people,
I look down at the world from my balcony
as she stares back boldfaced at me.
A blue lawn chair throne is my royal seat,
when I’m resting here my shoulders brush
with prophets and peasants, saints and sinners
The smell of water fills the air,
electricity arcs from the ground,
stretching gnarly fingers to the clouds,

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