with their past glories
sheared off
the old dogs of Karma
come sniffing around
I had left them
in the backyard
laying around
I was spending my
sotted nights trying
to remember a song
I had no melody, no radio
time was pecking away at my bones
&wisdom’s sand
was wearing away the bulwark of decades
with gentle
annihilating breath
the old dogs of Karma
come in
like it’s
New Year’s Eve
like maybe we should settle
they want more
than
the meat of my youth.
with sad, oil-black eyes
and tongues dry&white
the old dogs of Karma
come sniffing around
for what’s left.
Farewell to Armor, Jim Trainer’s full-length collection of poetry, is out now through WragsInk Press and available on Amazon.com. Trainer is the founder of Yellow Lark Press. He currently lives in Austin, Texas where he serves as contributor, curator and editor of Going For The Throat-a twice-weekly publication of cynicism, outrage, correspondence and romance. To read and find out more about Jim, please visit jimtrainer.net.