3rd Time Down

Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDs9dUjQz58

I'm fermenting in
isolation.
Covid 19 for the third
time this year.
After a skyrocket of a
writing streak,
I've had a two month
dry spell.
I'm sure the dope and
booze didn't help.

Hell smells like
loneliness and
white paper.
It tastes like
sulfur and burnt toast.
I see ghosts around
every corner, and they
sound like bats,
screeching at the
black night.

I'm in treatment,
and I will spend five
days in my room.
They will bring my
meds and meals.
They also gave me
a tablet and said,
I can watch all the
Net Flix that I want.

S**t!
To write or to watch
the idiot box.
That is the dilemma.
I sure hope that
this
febrile state that I am
in produces some
good writing material.
Pun intended

Author's Note

Check out my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems on Amazon.com

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'S**t!
To write or to watch
the idiot box.
That is the dilemma.
I sure hope that
this
febrile state that I am
in produces some
good writing material.
Pun intended'

Seems life for you is a helter-skelter of never quite reaching where you want to be, sir. No matter the help, no matter the goings on offered you - life just isn't the party you were planning. Keep trying however, your words make far more sense than >< ynam

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi Thomas
maybe you febrile state will enlighten you to write something really strange.... yet Netflix is pretty good if you want just veg out! nothing worse than the Covid...it scrambles your brain and everything tastes bad... I say take a writing break and watch a flick!!! Good luck
Warmly, B

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Betty. I appreciate it.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome!
Warmly
B.🌷

[Vol]

Thomas,
I've never been self-destructive beyond tobacco. Bukowski is a horror show, but it made him the best of the best... telling the truth like broken glass on a barefoot path. I have no clue if this is autobiographical... BUT, Erato, is a fickle b***h and only comes when not called, and at the most inconvenient times, don'tcha think? Sometimes she's all over you, in your hair, in your socks, even in your pants. But when you really need her... nowhere to be found. Really liked this one, man.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Vol. I appreciate the read and comment.

[Marie]

The early days of Covid were dark days indeed. Strangely, my husband and I have never had Covid and the new deviant FliRt is rampant here in Ireland at the moment. We have had our anti-Covid shots from day one and I am so grateful we didn't get it because it is something I never wanted to experience. Bad enough to have it once, but I am very sorry to read that you endured it three times. The second stanza describes what it feels like when one has Covid, I guess. It must seem like hell on earth. Not so bad being in isolation with your meals brought to you, if only you could enjoy them and savour their taste, sadly with Covid that was not possible. Yet, I am sure the rest and being able to watch tv or not, your choice, helped greatly in your recovery. Great that 'Writer's Block' disappeared and you bounced back again physically and poetically. The story of Covid is excellently inked in poetic form, a strong and powerful write which explains exactly what it's like to catch the virus. Thank you for sharing, Thomas. Lovely work...

[Thomas W Case]

Thanks, Marie. I truly appreciate it.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Thomas...

[John the Baptist]

One time was quite enough for me. I can't imagine a trilogy. As to the writing, a tear is never more than a temporary thing. Be thankful for their usually temporary appearances.

[Thomas W Case]

So true. Thank you, John. I appreciate the comment.

[Relic]

Inspiration comes from bad places to. I'd choose a pad and pencil any day over the b**b tube.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[Poetic_Vixen]

That is one evocative poem about experiences one gets in their loneliness that is forced upon them, but even with all the troubles this poem is an expressive delight! I wish you good and health and warm days ahead fellow poet!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, so much, I appreciate it.

[keith]

goddamn man!
i like this outta the park write!
way to grab touchy subject and shake it till it cuts loose and mauls every sensible rule of subject matter!
the world needs pens of broader stroke!
hell smells like all your fears spread upon your last piece of burnt toast
julie meant well ... bon appetite! dine upon my word salad sir!

fact/fiction matters not ... this bucket holds good water!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Keith. I appreciate your insightful comment, kind sir.