I sit here in
county jail sporting the
orange jumpsuit and I
write more poems and
memoirs in a week than
I’ve written in a year.
It feels orgasmic when
I’m pounding out the
word and the line.
When you’re homeless and
the temperature is minus ten,
jail isn’t a punishment,
it’s a reward.
I got busted for public intox two days in
a row, and again three
weeks ago.
The state remembered—they
recommended 30 days,
the judge gave me two weeks.
Every time I go to jail
I’m very drunk,
and by morning I’m
coming down hard.
I remind the guards of
my predicament—the danger of
withdrawal seizures.
They say, “We are aware of
your condition, Mr. Case.”
And within a couple of
hours
I’m on Librium,
making detox bearable.
Within a couple of days the
drunken haze dissipated
and the need to create returned.
I got their tiny safe
pen (impossible to stab someone with),
and I went to work.
I looked out my little
window in my cell and I
saw a male bald eagle gliding
lazily over downtown.
I felt as free as he was.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments9
Bad case of recidivism there.....
But while you can hold a pen (however small) tell it like it is.
Thank you
Poetry at it's very finest, I can only hope it was in the period of thanksgiving dear Thomas, your poetry truly touches my heart. All the imagery and soberness, which then helped write your best stuff. Hey without all the mess I believe poetry isn't real so carry on always with these magnificent memoires ❤️
I agree. Thank you so much, I appreciate it.
Strong words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you so much.
Such a powerful poem. Really hits home. And the last lines, just wow.
Thank you so much
Thank you very much. I really appreciate it.
shooting from the hip as always Thomas.
strong stuff !
Thank you so much.
Thank you for your poem. Male bald eagle means the freedom. Human lives in the big jail named earth. they always dreaming to fly. Have a nice day!
Thank you.
thank the stars for good old chlordiazepoxide .. a fine write Thomas .. Neville
Thanks bro.
Layered and deep!
Thank you.
Resonates mate....., thanks again
Thank you, bro.
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