Blue

Thomas W Case

I've been to the crushing
place.
It smells of death, and
spider mums.
Daisy chains dropped,
when the music died.
The lake is murky now.
Clowns roam the street,
looking for carnivals
and meat.
Silly boys still believe
in love and dreams, and
girls that like opera and
giving head.
This world is strange, and
Picasso walks the lonely
avenues, feeding
seagulls' peanuts and paint.
No one blames him.
It's his blue period.
All the while,
an old bent man plays
the guitar.
He smells like camels,
and hope.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2023 00:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments9

  • ChrisLyn🕊

    Nice one

  • orchidee

    You seen Picasso?! heehee.

  • aDarkerMind

  • aDarkerMind

    I will applaud this one Thomas.

    LOUDLY!

  • MendedFences27

    A poem of loneliness and despair with scenes depicting that, and at the end a ray of hope. Even "Picasso" gets a walk on. Very graphic, yet concise. Loved it. - Phil A.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thanks loads phil. Much appreciated.

    • Teddy.15

      Wonderfully imagery and we all have the blue inside us. This made me chuckle 🤭

    • Neville



      there is nothing quite like the smell of hope is there ..

      if it had a taste ..I do believe it would be yellow .. Neville

      • Thomas W Case

        I think you are right. Thank you for the comment.

      • Muse Gong

        Deep, rich and brave.

      • Reynaldo Casison

        Cool and surreal



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