The silly minutes
rage by like a
falling cuckoo clock.
Dilapidated dreams are
bent and burnt like
autumn leaves.
Fuck the cliches.
Time hurts, like a
gaping wound.
Hold it close, and
value every precious
second.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 13th, 2025 19:31
- 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 latest books, Sleep Always Calls, Seedy Town Blues, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse. They are all available on Amazon. The latest video is of a reading I did at the Clear Lake Public Library.
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