Christian Collins CC
for Joe Brundidge
every joy with its bitter tang
every night won, despite pat battery
we greet the full day
headlong, two feet, an insistent weight
spite worked and anger, but retreat
is our lasting victory
when we see each other at the cafe
pitch up from tumbling
don’t feign love or talk war
we grin hard and know each other
and laugh louder than the void.
GODS OF DEVOTION
make you think you’re seeing diamonds in broken glass
punch you drunk
til you’re staggering up the thin air
til you’re lean, till your love is clean
til your hate is clean
the beast of your past, the voice of karma
the stinking yoke of history
all make for a thrust and blush
there wasn’t ever any truth
those bastards stood on our fathers’ backs too long
you get to hearing their voices and you
stand up and you answer back
that this day is the day and these nights cathedrals
you break through when you realize
there wasn’t a chance
you didn’t need one.
Jim Trainer is a poet, publisher, writer and performer. He blogs weekly at Going For the Throat and writes a monthly column for Into The Void magazine. As a proponent of personal journalism Trainer reports on the inner life while writing about recovery, mental health and the creative process. Trainer publishes one letterpressed and perfectly bound-by-hand collection of poetry, and sometimes prose, every year through Yellow Lark Press. STRIDE will be his 8th. Trainer is the progenitor of Stand Up Tragedy and performs regularly throughout the world.
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