On my last drunken escapade,
I was sitting in my girlfriend's
living room.
It was 3:28 am, I was sucking
on a cheap bottle of vodka, and
It was sucking the soul right
out of me.
I knew things needed to change.
She had just sucked me dry in
the bedroom, and I was losing
all my strength.
I had the wisdom of a snail,
inching along, waiting to be
crushed.
I wasn't drunk, just liquid smooth.
Contemplating and configuring the
degradation and the lack of
windmills to chase.
The mirror had become a horrible and
pitiful place. Out of the corner of
my eye, I saw a large shadow zip
across the wall.
A second later, our cat, Patches, leapt
into the air.
I heard a terrible
Squeak, tweet, squawk,
I ran to her and began prying
at her mouth.
It was a small night bird.
I took it from her and put it
outside.
It was still alive, and there was
no
blood on my hands.
I said,
Bad Patches.
It freaked me out.
I woke up my girlfriend and told
her what happened.
She said,
are you sure it wasn't a dream?
I went into the bathroom and looked
in the mirror.
I drained the last of the vodka,
and walked to the hospital.
When it's time,
you just know.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tpMDoNXg_U Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read from published books, they are Sleep Always Calls, Seedy Town Blues, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, all are available on Amazon.
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Comments8
Signs of the time. A tough and raw write Thomas.
Thank you.
Excellent write
Thanks
You're welcome
Holy cow, powerful write. Beautiful connection too between the bird and the speaker. Wonderful poem
Thank you.
Great yarn - more than well told.
Thanks.
That write is strong and hits hard, a raw and honest write, nicely expressed and written
Thanks.
You are very welcome
Raw as is gets, Bukowski's got a living rival, Thomas, this is so incredibly image full and powerful. 🌹 I hope you are ok. 🌹
I am sweet Teddy. 2 and a half years sober. Sadly, my ex, Dawn, passed away from this brutal disease.
Tremendous.
Thanks.
Welcome
I just knew when I was mixing vodka and morphine and saw a large animal head on my wall that was the spitting image of my dead grandmother. Well done
Yes. Lol. Thanks, my friend.
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