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Friday, December 16, 2011
Three Jacks
Category: Poetry/LyricsYou fed me cocktails from novelty mugs.
I swallowed all three, in a series of
short, sharp glugs
in between hesitant hands - I’d never played poker before.
Calico Jack
had a warm, spiced bite
with a whisper of Turkish delight.
I swigged it like stolen grog.
Your mouth was a small “O”
of glowing cigar ash.
Spring-Heeled Jack
clicked like a safety catch,
fizzed like a fresh-struck match,
made my belly glow like
gaslight on cobblestones.
You held that small sun between your teeth
and smiled around it.
Smackwater Jack
kicked like a shotgun
fired from out of the blue.
It tasted like blue
from the base of a fire.
You leaned closer,
breathing smoke into my hair.
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Phenomenal imagery.
I second that. Wish I could think of something more constructive to say in these posts. For now I’ll just stick to noting interesting stories and poems.
Thanks guys, I’m quite proud of this one 