Cock Soft

Thomas W Case



Here comes another
classic case of
writer's block.
Cock soft,
I spew
across the
white pages.
Maybe age is
catching up
with me.
Time has been
a friend,
but I'm only as
good as my last poem.
I long for the days
when songs filled
my heart, where every
part of me smelled
the rain and the
wet dogs, and the
streets of Spain.
The pain was always
fodder, the joy, the sadness
the madness of love and
sex and passion.
The rancid anger and rage
became the words of
a sage when I broke
out the notebook.

Not tonight, though,
I will wait for the
erection and the blood
to simmer in
the red dot on the
white snow.
Patiently waiting for
the hemorrhaging of
the soul.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2025 23:58
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  • Neville



    Now that’s what I call heavy πŸ‘

    • Thomas W Case

      Lol. Thank you, my friend.

    • orchidee

      I thought this was gonna be about a cockerel. lol. I might swoon otherwise, if any poem is remotely 'hot'. heehee.

    • arqios

      And I thought a declarative rooster had gone voiceless at the crack of dawn. Deep currents beneath still waters. πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•Š

    • sorenbarrett

      Vivid and powerful as a thumb between hammer and nail. It screams.

    • Teddy.15

      Mighty painful I disagree the poet is as good as his/her last poem otherwise I'm screwed πŸ˜‚ most offensive title Sir, well done 🀣

      • Thomas W Case

        Lol. Thanks, sweet Teddy.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Wow! Now that just about describes a poet's frustrated lament when the words just won't flow. So what does the poet do, sticks up his...ehem...finger...and writes anyway! Lament becomes the muse. Well done, my friend. Great job! πŸ‘πŸŒΉ

      • Tom Dylan

        An intriguing poem, my friend. Some cracking imagery as always. Nicely done.

        • Thomas W Case

          Thanks, Tom. I appreciate you.



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