I'm on a Bukowskesque roll,
pounding the poems out,
seven or eight a night.
I know it won't last.
It's like a fast.
It's the hunger that
drives you.
And when you're starving,
you eat--then rest.
Not today, though;
I've hit
my stride.
And the night is mine for
the taking.
And the words are mine for
the raping.
And my heart, I am staking
on the fact
that
I will stay
hungry.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The video is of an open mic I did via Zoom at the Writer's Workshop in Iowa City. Good Times. Here is a link to my limited edition e-book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories, on booksie.com https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888
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Comments6
Good write T.
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You keep writing and i will keep enjoying, nice work.
Thank you so much.
You are very welcome
Know those times when words fall in rhymes. Then they go dry for a while. Nicely said my friend
Thank you, so much.
Powerful, love the word Bukowskesque very you and I like your hunger. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Strike while the iron’s hot… keep the iron ever heated might be something we should all consider as well…. 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
Thank you, my friend.
You’re welcome TWC 👍🏻🙏🏻✌🏼🕊️
brilliant......
stay hungry Thomas.
the world of poetry is a better place with you my friend;
You are too kind. Thank you, my friend.
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