JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK, It Can Be Such A Long Time
THE COOING OF FUCKING DOVES
went by the house today
and the sun you loved
was still flickering through the palms
classical played low in the shade
and a scapular twisted in the heat but
you were still gone
Politically, you know the reasons why. And for that I am doubly-glad you’re in my corner. Personally you may not know why, and by popular demand here again is “AND, OH, HER LAUGH,” with an essay on the night we laid the big man low.
I’d hate to infer meaning in my work, but if you can zoom out and view the piece as a tarot card it should make sense as a testament of our continuing devotion to the goddess, just like he would’ve wanted…
Thanks to you we’re Making America Punkrock Again. Your presence at these readings is palpable and if you wanna know the truth—the best part of a poetry reading is the shared silence, in between the pieces, when we’re all sitting there and you can just feel them, with us and listening too.
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