Lonesome Neon Nights

My book, Seedy Town Blues is available on Amazon.com

Angels with broken wings,
frostbitten dreams,
morphine nights,
and gangrene schemes.
She had that broken glass sadness.
The kind that gets worse with
every slammed door and every
lazy moon mad night.
The light in her eyes was dim,
like a candle in the fog, or like
a frog that dreams of flying, but
wakes up to the same old pond,
day after degrading day.
God, every time I see her, I want to
take her home and give her a bath,
feed her strawberries and rub her feet.
I want to free her from the rain slick
suffering she's stuck in, wash away the
stench of the lonely diesel strangers,
but I can't save her, hell I can't even
save myself.  So I bum her a Midnight Special,
and light it for her, with a brief sulfuric blaze
of glory bereft of any lasting light...
walk away...Jack-O-Lantern grin
into the lonesome neon night.

Author's Note

I did a poetry reading from a boat today. Here's a link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mjQqmUguo

Reviews

[red93]

Fascinating Thomas, and we feel yr empathy throughout this powerfully written piece. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[Lydia Shutter]

What a powerful scene you brought us to in this poem. No, you can not save anyone, but you certainly can be kind. Maybe that Midnight Special was all she needed to smile that night. Terrific imagery in this one. Lydi**

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you so much.

[Mariej]

A very poignant write, well expressed and the story is finely narrated, Thomas...

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, Marie.