Jim Trainer

14 DAYS

In Being An Artist, Jim Trainer, poem, Poetry on May 10, 2016 at 3:11 pm

at the beginning of freshman year in college
the teachers went on strike
2 more weeks of summer perfecting my Kerouac
and prolonging the slog of adult life
every night we’d get the news
and meet in the cemetery to smoke weed
and drink cough syrup like tramps
we were caught between the losing proposition
of what our parents wanted
and the horrible reality of what we became
wasted and spared the nightmare of The America
for 14 days.

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