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 Sep 10 Thomas W Case
nivek
thoughts to ever round up
corral the imagination

let words stream to the page
oceans of freedom

the winged songster
a horse with no name
I love missing you.

I am alive and surrounded by sleeplessness with this.

It may be foolish but I am a passionate woman.

My heart fills with many things and
when it’s overflowing with you I am alive.

Externally I am silent because internally I am exploding with joy to be near you.

Overwhelmed by these molecules I transform exponentially.

Watch me shake wild a concrete black cat to your waxing and waning heart while this sparkler love ignites.

These liquored lips are loose and take no excuse.

You change your reasons faster than seasons only to bare my reasons like oars.

I’m floating drunk and silly in this seasoned ocean, peppered with your eyes and salted by your skin.

Bear this in mind when your fear kills the time we have together:

This could last longer because you are the match to my flame burning these passions bright.

Let there be light.
This is your country,
Running like tea
Across a map made of clear sky.

You are a bird here.
Your kingdom rests under
Gentle wings, soft feathers.

With blooms of deep hue,
Wine colored faces
Wait to greet your bright presence.
Aside from a few thousand miles and tattoos like a grocery list,
I’m still that girl breaking horse hair on cat gut.

Full of pizzicato that rises and rests I remember hot summer night sounds.
I miss staring into red suns behind black bare trees.

Running through dark alleys full of your curls we’d sing and cough with liquored smiles.
Put my notes in an envelope and send me off with your Sunday best.
Label it with Scotch and your cigarettes.

Let our life fade into the sea, winding through the surf.
I love who I was but this is not who I am.
Pressed into books half made and abandoned, my heart collects the film of glass.

I will keep treading water, inviting you to stay with the sharks I’ve come to know.
Bestill your landlocked mind and stretch your limbs into the sea.
With wind cool and strong, I scatter my thoughts in every direction.
 Sep 10 Thomas W Case
Xasvel
Memory haunts me
I remember everything
Alzheimer's mocks me
It's terrible for them both. Those who suffer from the disease and those dear to them.
yellow mums
little dark green shadow
to june's
boastful, favored roses--

they have all
turned to twists of thorns
married to the
clippers' blades
but you
love the autumn

and are
humbly lovely now
aren't you,
yellow mums?
2025
When the end is near.
How are we to say goodbye,
under a blue sky.
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