Destiny is a
smiling bastard
riding a motorcycle
through the
neighborhood, laughing
at children playing in
yards, eaten by worms and
time.
Pink
green
white
keliedescope confusion on all
the cat's faces.
Providence is a stealthy hunter.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2025 10:03
- Comment from author about the poem: My latest book, Sleep Always Calls, is available on Amazon.com. Here is a link to a cool blog about the book. https://www.thomaswcase.com/post/unveiling-the-poetic-rawness-of-life-a-deep-dive-into-sleep-always-calls?fbclid=IwY2xjawKNmyZleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBicmlkETFPenFWNXhPVWYxZVBVdW1YAR4qf9PwImMhaWqZAIB2Pb5y301QNi_QT2P_ihV81xC1OgdVvQwRyXomyvHDmQ_aem_LjN_cGIVfff4dKGnxUEtWw My website is www.thomaswcase.com
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Comments3
A graphic view of destiny and providence yet truer than one would want to believe. Good write Thomas
What a cracker, so much truer than we care to acknowledge, enjoyed the read
superb.....
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