The world is an
orphan's broken toy.
Heart like a ferrel hog,
untamed by cages and
starvation.
The depth of misery and
elation sink dripping teeth
into ripe peaches.
Come on in.
Ignore the floating, bloated
bodies.
There's a pool of Shalom
somewhere.
We all want to be healed.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2025 09:57
- Comment from author about the poem: On my YouTube channel, where I read from my latest books: 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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