A Calculated Mess

Thomas W Case



She had that
doggy style lust,
bent and broke;
taking life hard
and fast from behind.
She had the eyes of
a serial killer,
with a splash of
rainy afternoon sadness.
I met her at the
homeless shelter, and her
soul was a
vagabond with a vengeance.
Her heart was an abyss.
Life had fucked her up
beyond repair.
No way was love gonna'
fix that train wreck,
that calculated mess.
In the end,
the best I
could do
was not
slip away with her.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2024 21:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com And please subscribe to my youtube channel.
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  • Tom Dylan

    Another great poem, Thomas. Some fantastic lines.

  • Teddy.15

    Dignity for both. 💜

  • John

    Sad people get that low, incapable of love, be hard not to slip away with them sometimes, you express it expertly
    Thanks Thomas

  • sorenbarrett

    Great descriptiveness that left a picture imprinted in my mind. I have seen this kind and you were right the best was to not slip away with her.

    • Thomas W Case

      Thanks for the read and comment.



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