On a day that was
fraught
with anxiety and anger,
I sailed on
to the
other side.
The two pens that
blew up in my hand
foreshadowed the
prolific writing
streak to come.
Six poems today,
a personal best.
Bukowski would be
proud.
He might even
wonder
How I did it without
whores
booze and
cigarettes.
It was easy.
I had bluebirds for
lunch, and listened
to Vivaldi.
I just let the telephone
ring
ring
ring.
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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=aMbrfKP2H38 Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read from my recently published books of poetry. The latest video is a reading I did at the Clear Lake Public Library. They are Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
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Comments7
The reality of foreshadowing and the truth that vanquishes myth. Prolific I say.
Thank you, my friend.
Most welcome Thomas
How can you fight inspiration? When it takes over there's no stopping it. Congratulations!
Thank you.
Was it 'The four Seasons' ? That would give inspiration to anyone.
A fine Poem.
I appreciate it.
Fantastic write. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy.
Excellent write, Thomas! Love it! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Much appreciated.
I think Kerouac would be proud too!
Thank you so much.
it is very clear here that the muse favors you always , and at all times - bravo
Thank you so much.
you are welcome
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