Jim Trainer

22/30

In Jim McShea, National Poetry Month, poem, Poetry, THIRTY FOR THIRTY CHALLENGE on April 22, 2015 at 4:50 pm

COUNTDOWN BLUES

I keep a # by your name
it gets smaller every day
feeling like Kevin James
“glad I left L.A.”
my days are coffee, nicotine
the purple off a grackle wing
I covet your death
&pass the hours
burning hearts
out of
playing cards
I got a witchy woman
lives out in Telluride
she keeps your photo framed
in a wreath of smoke&knives
gonna take it to the streets
and sink into the dusk
with a pair of black shades
and a bulletproof flask
I keep a # by your name
it gets smaller every day

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