Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1khU1Mo5AKE&t=45s
Cleanse me from the dust of the night, and the apocalyptic visions of my slumber. Fish guts, porn, or insomnia may have conjured these rotting skin nightmares, these mosquitoes from hell. I struggled to wake up, but couldn't, and finally, while I was flying in a gray land of desolation, and killers, of nighthawks and harpies. I soared through a hazy wasteland, and arrived safely back home in my serene, August Sabbath.
Here is a link to my recently published, limited edition book, Rise Up Collected Poems and Short Stories.
https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888
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Sweet dreams this isn't. The speaker describes a sleep experience filled with ghastly images. He doesn't cite the cause of this grim dreamscape, though fish guts, porn or insomnia are possible candidates(I haven't seen any porn bad enough to qualify.). And this was only the beginning. He had to negotiate nighthawks and harpies before awakening safely on a Sunday. Lay off the weird stuff, Thomas, and stick to trustworthy cheap wine.
Quite a vivid description of night dream. The images come right off the paper and can put the reader in tornado of thoughts. Powerful writing. Thanks for sharing it, Thomas!
Dreams are indeed strange things - some claim that they are capable of interpretation - and sometimes super-real - particularly the ones with pretty women 😁 Excellent Work again Thomas, I enjoyed this - it has a Professional ring to it ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
Sounds like you experienced a nightmare instead of having peaceful rest and sleep with sweet dreams, Thomas. A dark write with excellent depiction, the nightmare is well expressed. Thank you for sharing...
Wow bro this is deep struggle with our belief internally with what our mind see leads us to darkness, we must see the light to set us free. Thank you for sharing.
Sweet dreams this isn't. The speaker describes a sleep experience filled with ghastly images. He doesn't cite the cause of this grim dreamscape, though fish guts, porn or insomnia are possible candidates(I haven't seen any porn bad enough to qualify.). And this was only the beginning. He had to negotiate nighthawks and harpies before awakening safely on a Sunday. Lay off the weird stuff, Thomas, and stick to trustworthy cheap wine.
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..