Stick a knife in the dawn.
Twist the peonies
into puppets.
Put the goldfish on
the counter and feed
it cereal.
Mice cast shadows as
big as elephants on
the yellow walls of
my heart.
Dance a slow waltz with
the philodendron.
Dig up
Mozart
Bach, and
Wagner.
Make a chocolate cake.
Read me, TS Eliot, and
sing old hymns.
Fuck everything.
Mom and Dad have died.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2025 09:37
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Comments4
A most interesting write with various incongruous combinations. Well done
Thanks.
A interesting, raw and down to earth write, hope the last line is poetic and not just happened, nicely written and expressed
Thank you...many years ago.
You are very welcome
Good write T.
Thank you.
Raw. I could feel this Thomas. A wonderful write, my friend. 🌹👏
Thanks, my friend.
You are most welcome, Thomas. 🙏🖤
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