Once in a while,
my poetry will bring
women.
They read my stuff.
They find me.
The talking is great;
very literary.
We speak of all
the little gods:
Hemingway
Pound
EE
Shakespeare
Dickinson
Buk
Ginsberg
Sometimes, we fuck.
That's always nice.
They soon find I'm
fallible and have
bad habits.
They prove human too.
They fart and drink my
booze, occasionally
burn dinner.
We try though, while
Joan of Arc burns at
the stake, Robin hangs
himself, and
Don Quixote fights
windmills.
I always love them.
And in the end,
we accept our
limitations and
humanity.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
A fine write T.
Thank you
I enjoyed this poem. Some really good lines.
Thank you.
As long as everyone can say at the end of the day that they enjoyed themselves & others too perhaps, then that sounds fair enough to me .. Neville
Yes, thank you Sir.
We are all both, I don’t remember who said but”never meet your heroes”. I’m all for saying, fuck Reality, I like that Annie Oakley didn’t miss , that the Babe did call the shot, and I watched M. J. THREE PEAT twice and in this ego driven self serving biased era where Athletes distort there still was none who dared to say “I could take Mike” during his Prime, I dare to say , (you got books dude??) that you have a line of satisfied women outside your door hoping for a second chance and an autograph right now as we speak !!
Thanks Bobby.
Exact
That's gold Thomas....a classic
Thank you, John.
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