luck
young dog
standing in the blocks
four blue bills working
in against a cigar smoke call
once more around
try to take them
tree high shots
tipped one and feathers
out of another
but the steel shot
fails me
they are gone
like mad buddists
westing to the timber
only the grey spent husks
to show for
normal heart
day has a playlist
heartfelt grooves
breaks creative logjams
emphasizes flaws
errors honored
as hidden intentions
sing into the sadness
canons for life
makes a tasty soul
write a catchy tune
about a nerve induced asthma attack
don’t miss a beat
wage a heavy peace as
going around corners is scary
see it with new eyes
get into woodworking
follow hockey in church basements
crush the capsule
life is a godzilla disaster movie
success beat you down
tough to imagine
ever being young
an original american horror story
billionaires in birkenstocks
johnny cash not being played
on country radio
teenage jesus jerks in cowboy hats
creative people don’t always turn out
to be interesting
like chance meetings in london tube
someone called amy
conversation like watching sausage
and politics being made
world just gets tinier
it used to be a stage
a private confessional
by Dan Jacoby
Dan Jacoby is a graduate of St. Louis University. He has published poetry in Belle Rev Review, Black Heart Press, Canary, Chicago Literati, Clockwise Cat, Indiana Voice Journal, Haunted Waters Press, Deep South Magazine, Lines and Stars, Red Booth Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, Steel Toe Review, Red Fez and the Vehicle. He has work soon to be published in Bombay Gin, Dead Flowers, Floyd County Moonshine, Maudlin House, R.KV.R.Y., and theTishman Review.. He is a member of the American Academy of Poets.
