JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK
I LOVE L.A.
CARDIOSTEOPHYTE
the small hours of survival
are forever in an instant
beautified in isolation
war-reared, a deprivate
flung out into cold space
the phone rings
a signal blinkering
lost in the wild room
leagues between, wall to wall
and tumbling
intra-social
prickly, ingrown
a quarrelsome agent
mutated too-late
unrivaled and
winnowing I’ve
become strange
