Thomas Case

She worries about
everything,
real and imagined.
'What if this? What if that? '
...

Her heart was
my port, as I
sailed lost in
those
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The night is torn apart;
fractured and shattered by
the memory of you.
Stars shake and die,
...

Back in my bone crushing
poverty ridden days,
I collected cans for nickles;
enough cans meant booze and
...

Being polite or kind was
never an aspiration of hers'.
And the level of
selfishness she displayed
...

I'm not hungry.
How many times have
I said that?
This time, it's the
...

I guess I shouldn't be
surprised.
In the
beginning, the women are
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Above all,
God is an artist,
and His greatest
creation is us.
...

She had that
octopus smile,
always reaching for
something.
...

Saturn is in
line with
Venus tonight
but, nothing's easy
...

Here comes another
classic case of
writer's block.
Cock soft,
...

Judas betrayed Christ with a kiss.
As a confidant, Brutus stuck
the knife in.
The betrayers are
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When I was a kid,
my Mom would pretend
to be dead.
She'd lie in bed, and
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When people annoy me with their
constant complaining or their
non stop arguing, or even worse,
their illogical demands:
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Every time she
kicks me out,
she throws my stuff
away:
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It's been five years, but
I still miss her.
Home was in
her arms.
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Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter aching jaws.
...

Hook him up to the machine.
Shock his brain into
mediocrity.
Death stalks him;
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I hear music in
my head when I
look into her
eyes.
...

Debauched nights, destruction waning.
There is a twisted pull to the underbelly.
Chaos is sexy, like silk stockings and
Bonnie and Clyde.
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