Dan Jacoby Poems, Day 2: “flower children”

not sure story should be told blowing gum bubbles seemed it was going well but trust no one at paradise’s gate wishing you dead spooky laugh, hear! scale of one to ten being dead maybe twelve name change might help surgically enhance self-image no success felt more lacks self-control in late day haze personal geological plates pushing away bullshit limbo writing new lyrics sipping bourbon … Continue reading Dan Jacoby Poems, Day 2: “flower children”

Dan Jacoby Poems, Day 1: “ptsd”

vampire like constant sorrow feeding on the lonely snatching what’s left of boyhood like going back to baghdad at a fork in the path trying to come on strong awkwardly brilliant these dirty damn humans hotter than hell damaged goods, rude can’t hide from your experience like attending a fly’s funeral in a hyde park riot no more romantic figures takes one to a dark … Continue reading Dan Jacoby Poems, Day 1: “ptsd”