• jack h. davis commented on the post, pins 7 years, 1 month ago

    pushpin paper doll,
    my wedding dress tacked on at my clavicles and hips;
    polished up from my toes to my lips;
    bought out by someone’s daddy’s dowry check
    and still nothing to write home about
    except poetry […]

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, flip 7 years, 1 month ago

    sometimes i lie on my bed, upside-down, and let my hair course beyond the mattress, well down past where the sheets come off kilter and come to rest against the dingy seventies carpet in my second-floor apartment […]

  • kings, face down–that’s the worst card you could have pulled.
    everything’s a phone call away.
    every one is guernica.
    there are four little shining brown eyes peering out from under dirty blonde, too-long bangs […]

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, bench 8 years, 3 months ago

    When the star player hits the floor, it’s time to break out the smaller guns.

    For example,
    Hi.

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, outlet 8 years, 3 months ago

    You pour your emotions like poison into the vents and it blows through the complex in a network of breezes. I’m not the cure you’re looking for. I’m not the dream you thought you had.

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, sage 8 years, 3 months ago

    I don’t have anything for you, today. So many words and nowhere to put them.

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, invent 8 years, 3 months ago

    My dad has patents on things I don’t understand– big pieces of metal folded into accordions, but they don’t make any music. He used to try to explain, but I think he got tired, and rightfully so. I am proud of him, he is a better engineer than I can hope to be a writer. […]

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, tangle 8 years, 3 months ago

    I’d never slept like that before. Just know you can’t pin everything on what I wanted, boy–I never had the thought that limbs could stack like that, all poised for a fire. There were knee joints piled high, elbows and torsos and ankles and spines, bone settled and fused to bone under 200 thread count […]

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, charge 8 years, 3 months ago

    Lead the brigade (the choice is yours).
    Steal my card (it’s broken anyway).
    Redline battery (counting down percentages).
    “Bulls on Parade” (been thinking of you lately).
    Sleep away the uncertainty (and life begins anew).

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, needle 8 years, 3 months ago

    Funny thing. Tonight we talked about it, and I never thought much of it. Never thought much of him, honestly. Still don’t, honestly. Honestly. But there’s something about a couple of PBR and a couple of hours after midnight, talking about all the things in the world with sharp enough edges to cut–needles and scissors; […]

  • Same time, same place–same hair, same shampoo. Same face, same eyes. You’re just…the same. When I drove two hours or when I walked seven minutes, it doesn’t matter. You always look, smell, feel the same. When you took the time to think, “Hey, maybe I should kiss her,” it would have been nice if the […]

  • jack h. davis commented on the post, pills 8 years, 3 months ago

    Think of the summer and how hot it was and how we felt then, fingers intertwined. Yellow like sunshine, blue like the sky, white like the clouds smudged across it. I was happy because I always felt like I was asleep–face and hands numb, like lying upside seven-years-old down in my dad’s leather recliner. Keeping […]