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) (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2025 18:50
- 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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Comments1
Couldn't agree more Thomas. As for me I'm having a drink and going to bed.
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