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John Trainor

John Trainor

Holiday in France

I want to smoke Gitanes.
I hate the smell of smoke!
I ache to light Gauloises
And cough and wretch and choke.
I want to watch the world pass by
And eat a mean foie gras,
On fresh baked bread with figs and fruit,
And sweet wines from Alsace.

(2012)

Otras obras de John Trainor...
Eight Lettered Scrabble

Don’t go yet! We have barely found the consonant… I love you You love me Four plus four!
ReWriting Tom Robinson

Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way! Hey! Sing If you’re glad to be Gay. Sing If you’re happy that way!
Ode to an old man

Christs day is here, You’re sitting alone. No presents or cards, The loved ones all gone, It’s the most wonderful time of th…
 1
Why write?

Do I write my poems and prose and… Cowardly! Do I publish them and say, "this… How indulgent! Do I say nothing?
The wronged wife.

Did you see? In her eyes, That sparkle? I think she knew you once, Or twice!
2:08

The fog off the sea has eaten the… gone! Silver sheen, light all night. Cow shapes still! Laying down the circles crown!  P…
A thought for the grammar police

I wanted to drink it, I drank it, It’s drunk. I wanted to sink it, I sank it,
An easy ending?

In the mists of time, Before the dawn, Your name was written with mine. And so we met. And became,
 1
Dangerous Games

When life was young we ran with th… Voice of the vortex shouting in ou… Our arms spread wide, coat edges e… Our hair ran in rivulets riding th… Joy, fear, fire in our veins as ob…
The Hangover

I'd feel much better If I'd refused to drink TWO Large brandies too large!
Why did I say goodbye?

I choose to explain, Before I leave you, Again. That the warmth, Of your heart,
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Twighlight

Twilight the blue sky fades to gre… Golden yellow sun always there, Burning my back and bleaching my h… And bleaching my hair. The sea holds an answer I feel as…
Maspalomas Pride 2015

I don’t do drugs, I don’t do sex. I don’t like hugs, I don’t like pecs. I don’t do dunes or nudey beach.
Birthday Boy

“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,
Black Dogging

It’s the blackest of black dogs, That steals your will and runs wit… Like a stick in its mouth, Not towards but away. Away.



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