JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK
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ALCOHOLIC REVISITED
another jarring dusk
caught between
youth and death
with no answer for old gods who never asked
the hard lines of the buildings
the blaring traffic speeding by
the hot sun impassive in judgment
and burning the time
I’m 1,600 miles away
but I’m in the same town
staked and marked by the
blood game of our sustenance
I could almost forgive my father now
for showing his love in a
stoic and Black Irish way
but in the midst of the pathos of the
crowd’s inane joy
and at the heel of history
I’m on my own
running into
everything I’d been running from
and in my heart ashamed
for ever wanting more
