I was starving in
Pennsylvania.
One night, I had
enough.
Done with it all.
The poverty and
sickness.
The drunken mad
nights
and dog-fight days.
Brutality for breakfast.
Served sunny side up
runny yolks with
butterflies trapped in
the yellow sunshine.
Spiders built webs in
my soul.
I stood on the torn-up
couch in my living room and
yelled at the walls.
Listen, you devil.
You want me, you better be
ready for a fight.
I paced the floor like a
washed-up heavyweight champ,
eyeing the ceiling like a
drunken sparrow in a cat's mouth.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, are available on Amazon.com www.thomaswcase.com
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Comments2
Just like I like em gritty, dark, full of flavor. Well done Thomas
That's not fair! I couldn't resist laughing when you concluded upon such a note rendered to cull laughter with such a twist. Honestly, oh you! Beautifully rendered with exquisite imagery and a waltzing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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