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 Mar 14 From the ashes
nivek
managable numbers
clocks keep on ticking

heartbeats count down
each beat gone forever

a few handfuls of ten
two feet ten more.
 Mar 14 From the ashes
nivek
looking through the window
to travel to a place of peace
nature knows me
loves my being
cradles my soul
never judges
accepts my all
Morality shapeshifting
Like the thoughts in my mind

Must be a serpent

Coiled around
My heart
no one seems to understand!
human knowledge, i just want to expand
i'm only trying to be of service
there's really no need to be that nervous
try my delicious potions
or my very, very soft lotions
and you'll be helping me on my quest
to benefit all! truly it's for the best!
lie there quiet now, it won't hurt a bit
you're helping humanity
so i'm sure you're ok with it!
Gant Haverstick 2024
A pull
that holds me strong
to the here and now

A charge
that carries me across the wire
when I am down

The only precious current that flows in truth

Adrift,
the only spark of light
that grounds me

is you...
I was out on a winter's morn
Picking up toppled rocks
and mending wall .

By perchance my neighbor he was due .
But he was taking down the rocks and hauling them off until his face turned blue

"What gives ?" , I querried of him .

"I've been accused that my mind is walled in ! I'm out here to disprove all of them ."

"I think that was a literal figure of speech . You've over reacted and broken breech !"

He paused to wipe the sweat
I thought surely now he would realize yet .

But he continued to dismantle the wall .

If he was playing poker he would be raising the bet after he made the last call .
Dedicated to MAGA voters
There's a little
boy that hides in
the dark corners of
my soul.
He doesn't want to
be hurt anymore.
I spent eight years
with Beth.
For the most part,
it was hell and
constant pain.
She made nightmares
look good.
I heard the
little boy cry
late into the
silky night,
while snails got
smashed on the streets
of Ventura.

When I drank, which was often,
the little boy seemed
at peace for awhile,
while swans were
murdered in Venice,
and I tasted the ashes
of Neruda.
Years flew by
like seagulls;
up
down
and darting.
The little boy
continued to
hide in the
dark corners of my soul.

He wanted to
come out and be loved.
He was thirsty for it,
but there wasn't
any around.
It was dry, like the
deserts in hell.
It's too late for
sorries here comes
the plow.

He began to see
the pattern of life.
Some monsters walk in the light.
Vulnerability equals pain.
The little boy got mean.
And now he carries
a knife.
Here is a link to my latest poetry reading on you tube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSKnZMnMlTw

I read from both of my recently published books.
It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse and Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, both available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com
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