Jim Trainer

In poem, Poetry, Submitting on February 20, 2015 at 2:42 pm

my smile is full of pain
beneath the streetlights
waiting
for her Boxter, my fling-
we’ll ride on down below
the poverty line
open the bar and sit in the cool dark
spiking Topo Chico with cheap bourbon
unconvincing laughter in the afternoon
getting over you

 

 

 

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