Friday, December 16, 2011

Three Jacks

Category: Poetry/Lyrics

You 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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Old Comments

  • Phenomenal imagery.

    Posted by deminizer  on  12/17  at  06:21 PM
  • 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.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  12/17  at  07:03 PM
  • Thanks guys, I’m quite proud of this one smile

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  12/19  at  03:45 PM
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