Jim Trainer


In Uncategorized on March 18, 2014 at 12:09 pm

this town took a hit but it ain’t no reason to cry
I’ve been crying since October anyway and Spring
has come to hit it-the blues-Spring has come to
shake it out and crown you with a bright-hot sun mane
the streets’ll be opening for summer soon
after all the kids have gone home
there’ll be a long song now
into the deep June jungle nights
there’ll be more options to get lost in
and the bluebonnets petals’ll fly like
billowing flags of victory

I could dive another season down
it’s sailor weather
I could rear down and wait it out
and hold onto punctured balloon-girl dreams
or I could tell pain some things:
we stood it up and stood it down
we paced and beat our blues
but now that Southern’s left town
I’ll have to find a new use

the grim total of your life,
the times you’ve laughed so hard with friends
in the bottles that never end,
and the times you’ve checked death
made sure she was there
before you went out and tore down
the fewer nights of your 30s

it all makes a little less sense now
that Southern’s left town
rip out the sheet and start again, sailor
Paradise is a little smaller now.


  1. Reblogged this on Wragsthinks and commented:

    This poem was wrttten to commemorate Turk leaving town. “Westbound” is a term hoboes use when they’re fixing to die. They’re westbound, going home.

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