Thomas Case Poems

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

Her heart was
my port, as I
sailed lost in
those
...

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
...

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
...