Thomas W. Case

Gold Star - 5,422 Points (November 10 1966 / Oxnard, California)

Montana (If Only) - Poem by Thomas W. Case

We used to talk about
to Montana- escaping it all,
building a log cabin and
making a garden. We were
going to hunt and fish for
food- make rugs and
hats from the fur.

But look at us now.
You live in the
city, and drive a Volvo.
Goldfish in a glass bowl.
You even taught your
cat to walk on
a leash.
Can you see the
sky with all the smog?

I'm not any better;
living under the bridge;
the only hunting I do is
for cans, the rare and
aluminum nickle, so that
I can buy booze.
Every penny I make goes
smokes, wine, or vodka.

I walk down to the
river's edge, and look up at
the expansive sky.
I close my eyes.
And when I open them baby,
we're in Montana.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, love lost

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about Montana (If Only) by Thomas W. Case

  • (7/21/2015 11:30:00 AM)

    I really like this. It reminds me of Nirvana 'Something in the Way. I think we all wish we could get away from where we're at. (Report) Reply

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  • Thomas Case (3/30/2015 12:15:00 AM)

    Here's a shameless plug. The picture is of the cover of my book, available through Barnes and Noble. com. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 24, 2017

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