What's Next?

Thomas W Case



On the backs of
flies
we wait for the
next thing.
Something is
always coming.
A birth or death,
food or hunger
hatred
laughter
love...

Something is always
coming around the
corner.
The Mad Hatter with
mushroom tea.
A strange color of
blue that tastes like
almonds.
A vagina that sparkles
in the night.

Listless mornings
of languid
walks with the
wife in the cool
of the evening.

A knife in the back,
a shark attack,
or maybe, just
possibly, you write
a poem about
waiting for the
next thing.

  • Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2025 09:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tpMDoNXg_U Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry to promote my books, Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and my latest, Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon. www.thomaswcase.com
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Comments +

Comments3

  • sorenbarrett

    It is on the back of flies that germs of thought come and this poem seems to have hatched and in decay many life forms thrive. A poem that blooms fertilized by the rot of life. Nicely done Thomas

  • Tony36

    Excellent write

  • Poetic Licence

    This write has thoroughly bloomed from all the decay, enjoyed the read



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