Jim Trainer


In Uncategorized on March 10, 2013 at 1:03 pm

buckling down
with wicked
cocaine grins
in bombed out
shells of basements
w/bastard radio
keeping vows
in our
darkened hearts
on wet Nights
when we could not afford a smile
drinking wine
There’s always trouble,
always blues.
Hold tighter,
our love
the lightning
the salve
the rope
the anchor,
our love
the morning bells
and knocking back
the dead fist
of Night,
we rise
we rise.


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