been a dog! since winter
froze down
and just blind with the blues
“How much of our worries
and trouble,” you posit
“can be shucked just by
getting on a plane?”
your voice through the phone
sounds like a bikini (or what
I imagine a bikini to sound like),
out the window the mockingbird
is yelling at the sun
I lean hard off the pile of
work at the desk
“Pack light.” You suggest
and as I hang
on your every pert
Saskatchewanian word,
I only wanna know
“You think two shoes are too much?”
Buy me a bubbly?
Most of my Patrons are contributing as little as $5 a month, and they’re getting letters for it, letter pressed broadsides, live readings and songs. I’m your mutineer, and I need your help. I’d love your readership, vis-á-vis a a few minutes of your week and for the cost of a fancy beverage.
Patrons keep me writing until I can find someone to pay me for it. Luckily I’ve a piece featured in Music, Movies&Hoops this and next month. The good news for me is that I’ll live and the good news for you is that as a Patron you’ll have access to street-level reporting, poetry and song. What could be better?
Your Poet,
Jim Trainer
AUSTIN TX
Going for the Throat 
Nice change of pace to see the humor!
You get it, Mama. You always do.
P.S. Live reading of your goosebumps poem, here:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/65584494