Voices on the Wind Voices in the Garden
Paradise Purloined by jacob erin-cilberto Eden in the morning, apple juice with my scrambled soul toast, jelly and a touch of Eve on my shoulder reading the morning paper wondering why the gates closed Cain killed Abel and the rogue serpent nestled in the hearts of man hissing introspection slithering sensations willowy wisps of coiled love tightened in python like grasp the life sucked out of us slowly seeping sarcastically unclothed we lie naked, we lie naked and imbued with the original sin of unoriginal longing to dine on someone else's knowledge possess it as our own and then covet the next meal that deadly envy that made Adam bite forbidden fruit because it would make him look smarter than the truth ever could.