Thomas Case Poems

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
...

When I was a kid,
my Mom would pretend
to be dead.
She'd lie in bed, and
...

When people annoy me with their
constant complaining or their
non stop arguing, or even worse,
their illogical demands:
...

Every time she
kicks me out,
she throws my stuff
away:
...

It's been five years, but
I still miss her.
Home was in
her arms.
...

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;
...

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.
...