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”