Jake Tringali

Hands of Chance by Jake Tringali

Hands of Chance

form shadow puppets, shallow spirits
hidden souls born

skip across the evening piano, speeding allegro
fleeting little song

pour firewater liquors, for the tipplers
morning’s remorse

scar canvas with dark crayon, art seance
exquisite corpse

flick the card deck, bar bet
conjure lost kings

light his cigarette, fingers pirouette
now his heart sings

Chance, this little god
hands, of mortal blood

 


Jake Tringali:

Born in Boston.  Lived up and down the East Coast, then up and down the West Coast, now back in his home city.  Runs rad restaurants.  Thrives in a habitat of bars, punk rock shows, and a sprinkling of burlesque performers.

Publications include The Manhattanville Review, Oddball Magazine, Rio Grande Review, The Commonline Journal, Aberration Labyrinth, and Five2One.



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