I visit the dead at
the grocery store,
library,
on the phone
and
in my e-mails.
I watch them
on TV,
at the beach,
in my dreams
and in the eyes
of crows.
They wear
colorful clothes, and
always want to
sell me on their
way of life.
No thanks, I’m
calling the whole
thing off.
I’m going fishing.
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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=sQYZm3w3RPc Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recently published books. They are Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, Sleep Always Calls, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse. They are available on Amazon.
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Comments5
Couldn't agree more Thomas. As for me I'm having a drink and going to bed.
Right on. Thank you.
Most welcome Thomas
Thomas, this one hits with quiet rebellion…a refusal to buy into the noise of the living dead. It’s calm, final, and oddly freeing. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Well done!
I appreciate it.
Most welcome.
Well Done Brother
Thanks
I really loved the understated, un-melodramatic style. Beauty without pretention- my favourite path.
Thank you.
Superb
Yes. Its when I switch the Television on ; the first thing is : ' Give me your money '. Thank Heavens for the Mute Button. And as for Christmas items in the Stores in October!
A fine Poem.
Thank you, my friend.
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