That bubble of a moon is
playing peek-a-boo behind
the wispy night sky.
Confirming to me
everyone's lunacy.
Words stick to the
roof of my mouth
like peanut butter.
It could have been
a better world,
I should have been a
better man.
January snowflakes
are like guilt falling from
the sky.
little frozen starfish...
cold and raw on
the soul, and tongue.
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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=EAdvMXLg6DA Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I recently posted a poetry reading at the Three Bells Bookstore. My books are available on Amazon. They are: Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls.
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Comments5
Could have been a better world, but it is what it is...good contemplations, liked it.
Thank you.
Great poem, Thomas. Some powerful imagery. The lines about a better world, a better man, just brilliant.
Much appreciated, my friend.
I think that this is one of my favorites of yours Thomas. It has such a poetic appeal in the word choice and the stark presentation, it comes off raw, stark and tasting of the dregs of life.
I appreciate that.
Alienation personified, "cold and raw"
Thanks, my friend.
Excellent poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you.
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