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Maybe I'll find a 100-dollar bill amidst the burnt umber maple leaves. Maybe the ambulance will come disguised as an ice cream truck. Perhaps I'll find a warm forgotten can of beer in the dryer. Maybe, I'll blow up the moon.
I'm losing it. My pants won't stay up, and I haven't got a belt. I'm being devoured by the autumn winds and the grackles.
Insomnia is crushing me. Febrile and ferocious, I stalk the university streets, too sick to work. Maybe this abscessed tooth will kill me.
I used to pound out 12 hour days in the hot July bean fields. Farmer John always smiling and shaking his head.
Life is a bologna sandwich, and I write these little poems in yellow mustard. And I wait.
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I join you in this Thomas. I have been waiting for a long time and have not hit the lottery yet. but then they say you have to buy a ticket to win. I'll try that on another day. I loved the run of this poem that painted everyday images so well I felt I was there.
There is humour here amid the darkness of this piece. What a life you had. Must make you truly appreciate what you have now. Life is a waiting game, and then we die. Great read.
Yeah, those grackles, along with screaming ambulances and the myriad of noise will eventually make you lose it. That's if the not a recession but a financial crisis doesn't drive us all insane first.
I remember when as a kid wearing a piece of rope as a belt, hobo like was a thing, but it isn't so funny now were all about one more unexpected bill will actually make us hobos!
I guess we all have to wait and wait and wait some more to see how this chapter ends. Hopefully a hero will ride in and save the day, which will be the greatest of days, reminding us of childhood matines, but I wouldn't hold my breath as we wait! ☺
Waiting for more time in which to wait perhaps? Time runs the gauntlet well aware of the battering and bruising of life's questions and quirks, don't you think? Behind those famous closed doors we all have our mishaps and misunderstandings, that's what make each of us unique - like it or not. Your words seem to grumble with laughter or laugh at your convoluted maybe pessimism.. or dislike about the shortness of light in which to see more. Your poem starts the mind thinking.. my morning is already reserved to do just that!
This made my day. What a clever write. I love the line about the ambulance and ice cream truck, that's what I want when it comes for me. The last stanza is brilliant. It's what we do, just wait. I enjoyed this more than very much.
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I join you in this Thomas. I have been waiting for a long time and have not hit the lottery yet. but then they say you have to buy a ticket to win. I'll try that on another day. I loved the run of this poem that painted everyday images so well I felt I was there.
Life changes as we age and lack of sleep definitely jumbles our brains and gives us a distorted conception of the world around us.
Love the line ambulance disguised as an ice cream truck. Now that to me is hilarious but also who wouldn’t want to go out in an ice cream truck. Come on, that would be much more fun with the ice cream trucks music instead of blaring sirens.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..