Jim Trainer

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FLOWERS OF RAGE

In Being A Poet, Being A Writer, Being An Artist, day job, mid life, middle age, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing, writing about writing, WRITING PROCESS on June 29, 2016 at 3:45 pm

SENESCENCE

In getting old, mid life, middle age, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized on June 21, 2016 at 10:34 am

THE GAMBLING LIFE

In Being A Poet, Being A Writer, Poetry, poetry submission, published poet, publishing poetry, submitting poetry, Uncategorized on June 16, 2016 at 6:03 pm

Today’s poem is brought to you by The Waggle Magazine.  I was thrilled to be featured in their pages again this Spring among so many other incredible writers.  Enjoy.

And thanks!
Jim Trainer
jimtrainer.net
Austin TX

EXIGENT

In mid life, middle age, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized on June 5, 2016 at 2:15 pm

even at ease, here, at this cafe,
where, after years I still expect
her to blow through
black curls tight and purposefully prim, her,
because, even in these lee seasons,
she’d be too pressing for now, too important
to begin with, but coy enough to invite for a ride along
but, no, thank you, this ain’t about her, but how,
in this post ferocity
I’ll continue working beside society’s mechanations
how I’ll stand without protest
and that the irony of it that grips me more
and rivets me deeper than any of my
former battle days and jungle nights
is the imperative of work, as to even supplant purpose,
work, like it always was but now there is
nothing left.

 

#15

In Uncategorized on June 3, 2016 at 5:22 pm

From Letter Day 9/22/11. Send me your address and I’ll send you a letter.

Going for the Throat

The Office of Jim Trainer
Night Shift
Austin, TX

Dave Hagysback, Mako Reles
Lap of Luxury
Hippie Town

8/17/11
1:32am

Greetings-

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?  Tonight on KUT they’re playing all this Native American chant type shit on Under Currents. OK-technically there was this sample of some Indian chants in the last hour but the song McVikar’s playing now sounds like G.Razas’ ancestors doing a Flesh Offering.  Oh good, now he’s playing the Doors, my favorite.  I didn’t drop acid, did you?
Of course not.  We just live here; condemned to suffer these hippie’s sensibilities in the Pearl of the South.
When I saw Autolux at Waterloo last summer I wanted to smash a beer bottle on this feelgoody’s head.  Autolux plays killit music.  It’s not supposed to feel good you Soul Coughing choad.
Anyway I’m on the deep deep night shift.  I’m STANCHIONED in front of my laptop in the War…

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