I went walking into the city dusk. I had Gun In Mouth Blues on at cilia-frying levels and kept my phones on while stalking angrily through the Whole Foods Industrial Complex. The fine bodies and smooth skin, shirtless bros in sunglasses, yoga pants and dogs fed my alienation. I need to be careful with this anger. It’s good for the pain but numbs everything else. I face a solitude I never earned. Anger’s just the cheapest way to get there. It’s easier to be alone if you act like you hate everyone. I come to the temple of this room, redoubled even in failure knowing the cost of my anger is a price I can no longer pay.
—on Patreon
Did you catch Matt Borczon yesterday? How about your homeboy this month? I’m hard at work on STRIDE, my seventh full-length collection of poetry and it’s a dark one. Every book has been a spell and this one is no exception. I suppose in hoping to soar you’ve got to grovel first and anyway live down the generations’ karma of bad love and war. Patrons at the $10 level will get a signed and acknowledged copy of STRIDE and Patrons at the $5 level get all the access. Poems and songs, readings and missives like the one selected above are all yours for supporting your long-suffering romantic nihilist, Jim Trainer.
Fight war not wars.
—CRASS
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Going for the Throat 