I am working the
kinks out of
my you tube
channel.

But, if you
search Thomas
W. Case on
you tube,
you can watch me
recite some of
my poetry.

Meanwhile,
autumn's feral winds
blow the beggars
from my mind.
I'm just a windmill's
dream, haunted by
a thousand empty
bottles.

a slanted morning sun
   warming my back
makes my huge shadow
walk so far ahead of me

trying to catch up with it
I feel small

BREAKFAST

Eggs over easy,

Crisp, sizzling bacon and slightly singed ham,

Fluffy pancakes from hot skillet,

On plate 4 stacked high,

Dripping butter spreading from top to sides,

Warm maple syrup waiting for drizzle,

Juice, apple,

Tea, pleasing,

Letting out last yarn,

Yummy feeling talking to senses,

I eat through the morning conversation

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