DAVID HANIGAN JACOBS - POEMS

David Hanigan Jacobs was brought up on the streets of Brooklyn, N.Y. Bergen St. to be precise; he and the kids of the neighborhood ran wild, as far as their legs would carry them in a day. He ran from his tenth year of high school right over the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan where he started his acting carrier. He worked with such notables as: Lee Strasberg (Actors Studio), Tom O’Horgan (Hair-Jesus Christ
Superstar) and many productions at Ellen Stewart famous Café La Mama.
He has zigzagged across the US and Europe many times stopping to shave hogs in Iowa, work as a carpenter in Turkey, lived with the Comanche people while writing his novel “The Long Delay” (a Comanche love story) and loved the girls along the way. He continues to follow his Bliss as J Campbell would say. 
Right now he is camped out in N Idaho. Tomorrow who knows? He says he's regretful to be healthy and alive and doing something.
djacobs@gmail.com

​You Go To My Head

Della Griffin sang it oh yes
shibboleth phrases whorled around the room
not a chance this crazy romance
Was clear we had nothing in common
Your dark I'm light
I'm male your female
Yet we both savored our onion bagels
black coffee breakfast
Then laughed at something
A mysterious joy
trying to wriggle in between
my coolness
her warmth
She stood breathed a whisper in my ear
Then glided back to the bedroom
So how do you do... what to do
She me
Egg sperm 
Oh what the hell why not
I followed her eager to be the good husband 

​

​NEVER LET ME GO

Never let me go indeed
Hargrove blew the tune
He captured the moment perfectly
Screw everything else
Her warm breath sent shivers through me
Could feel her breasts agonist my chest
Her leg entwined
Her pelvis pressed into mine
Never let me go
Prolonged pleasure is what it is
My hand followed her nates on the down stroke
Oh skin … oh so electric
I bit the inside of my cheek
So painful
She spoke in sighs and musical tones
Nature's cruel response vanished
Pure intoxication lingered in my toes
She crossed the blood barrier in my brain
Never let me go

​

the sweet life
​

…does crime pay…
take that girl over there for instance 
relaxed in her world 
blithely rocking back and forth 
oh the sweet life…
can’t see her face but
a keen-eye tells me all is well from a sand pipers view
did she rob a bank…
blew down to the caymans’
packs a kruger lc9…oh baby
maybe she’s
looking for a companion 
someone she can share her secret with
i threw a stone her way
it kicked up a little sand by her foot
she leaned backward in her hammock
looked at me upside down
didn’t mean to startle you
now do i look alarmed 
no…you look beautiful
so do you
would you like some company
i would indeed
shall i come to you
let me come to you
six feet maybe blue-green eyes elbows back
i stood 
she ran at me
i stepped aside
she got tripped
went sprawling into the back of my cabana
crashing into the table and chairs
she let out a moan
i watched her many scrapes/cuts begin to bleed
she struggled to get upright
the sand ground into her wounds
her ribs began to ache
her head leaked blood from the cut

the cool night breeze lifted the flap of the cabana
rushed inside and caught the heat pockets by surprise
i nursed my budweiser and watched her breathing
her beauty was only slightly marred by all the bandages
it was almost midnight when she stirred
she had been sweating
now she trembled
i covered her with a light blanket
the doctor had given her a shot of something
she rolled over into another sleep

the smell of food woke her
a note propped up by a beer can read good morning
she blinked her eyes and stood up
exploring her bandages she noticed her bathing suit was missing
the full length mirror revealed a new tank top and shorts
what the hell where am i
a cabana had turned into a thatch hut
she opened the door stepped outside
the empty white sand beach stretched for miles
the kinda beach that says paradise
he was humming and tossing food on a barbeque
hey there you… good afternoon
where am i and where did i get these clothes
i hope they fit i just guest your size
have you kidnapped me is that it
no…no…here sit and have some food you must be starved
who…how change my clothes
well…i did but i didn’t look swear-to-god
you expect me to believe that
she began to eat voraciously
it’s the best i can do for now
besides the cops came looking for you
oh shit
yeah oh shit you should be grateful
what did they say
the detectives’ said you embezzled money from a company you worked for
i didn’t it’s complicated
well did you who’s this other guy your boyfriend
what
this other guy the detectives’ mention
he was…
stop lying i’m beginning to not give a shit
back on the caymans’ i thought you were one of his friends
so why did you attack me
i’m a black belt you know
black belt huh that stunt was pure hollywood you silly twit
don’t i know it

they ate talked laughed got high of ganja
well you know where all that ended up

he packed his duffel
she sat on the edge of the bed in silence
i’m going to get lost
she put her clothes on
see that float-plane moored in the bay
i see it yes
i’m flying that baby to budapest and your welcome to come along
you would leave me here
yes and will call your boyfriend and tell him where you are
god…i hate you
ok black belt i’m out of here

she watched the plane lift off
she ran peeled off her clothes and dove into the surf
he circled and made a pass over the beach
he looked down at her nude body gliding through the clear water… 
la dulce vida baby…
banked then came around
the pontoons knifed through the emerald water and pulled alongside
she rose from the sea like a shimmering jewel
i’m one lucky dog



​

memory
​

the piano player’s fingers lingered on the keys waiting for her next phrase
she glanced over to me and sang the words
the extremely slow tempo gave us a chance to show what love sounds like                  a beauty intoxicating my soul                                                                                                      a flood of memories poured through my wood horn it was like a papercut
sending me back in time to the crazy days when we didn’t care who knew                  the ghost in my heart lingered in my brain                  
could this romance ignite again    
​a haunting wish but not a chance

​Paco Rabanne Sickness

Does she really love me
I long for the smell of Paco Rabanne
I don’t give a shit if you won’t fly in a plane
I’m not driving from new york to london town
In the airport begging
Million in the air
I won’t cave this time
Turn around you jerk she said
She had on roller-skates
And short, short, short shorts
And a camel toe peaking through
Damn you
Guess I’ll be driving to Ontario

​