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”