shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Dan Jacoby



walking to class one day
on those soaked wet sidewalks
on west pine
strained sore eyes water filled
did find hope and common foundation
so fragile it broke like thin cheap china
slowly in bits and pieces of 1960's reality
like a kerouac crossing mentality that
in the next decade wandering lost
on platform shoes and wide collars
flowers ripped from hands
somewhere in san francisco
or in a village coffee house
the magic dragon lost
to the establishment
all of us now
poets of the night