If you get the chance, check out Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems by Thomas W. Case.  It's available on all formats on Amazon

Beliefs bleed through eyes,
heels dragging,
unable turn around
or taste the disaster you've caused.

Face strains every nerve,
an attempt to disguise
guns you've fired
hoping to blind us.

Each step washed away
desperately tries to apologize
to the cobbles
stained ahead of time.

Poems are not toothpaste,
you cannot squeeze another from the tube at will,
bend the ends of words for one last drop,
inspiration comes in waves
and when it wants to do so, it will stop,
you cannot pick a constant crop,
there are times when the field lies fallow
hiding seeds which may or may not grow
if and when they flower
that is not for us to know,
poets feed on what they find
the harvest of a fertile mind

A watering can is nothing
Without the water to fill it

The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night

Watch me pick pieces
Cardiac geometry
Repair rut you ripped

there are nights when my
knees write treaties on the floor —
of my surrender