Angels with broken wings,
frostbitten dreams,
morphine nights,
and gangrene schemes.
She had that broken glass sadness.
The kind that gets worse with
every slammed door and every
lazy moon mad night.
The light in her eyes was dim,
like a candle in the fog, or like
a frog that dreams of flying, but
wakes up to the same old pond,
day after degrading day.
God, every time I see her, I want to
take her home and give her a bath,
feed her strawberries and rub her feet.
I want to free her from the rain slick
suffering she's stuck in, wash away the
stench of the lonely diesel strangers,
but I can't save her, hell I can't even
save myself. So I bum her a Midnight Special,
and light it for her, with a brief sulfuric blaze
of glory bereft of any lasting light...
walk away...Jack-O-Lantern grin,
into the lonesome neon night.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Really good, enjoyed your readings as well. Thank you.
I visit San Francisco, Christmas 1999, I seen all the sad bits, but also noticed integrity amongst it.
My life changed after that.
I get it.
Thanks
Good write T.
Thanks
Absolutely beautiful, to see the soul of anyone and of course, just a quick fix but probably something precious to her. ❤️
Thank you so much.
That broken glass sadness - freaking brilliant.
That frog flying but finding ,,,,
Thank you bro.
gritty and touching at the same time.
superbly written Thomas.
Thank you.
Very much my enjoyed sir, very much my indeed .. Neville
Thank you.
The is a beautiful writing. I enjoy it very much.
Thank you Sir.
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