C**k SoftA Poem by Thomas W CaseHere's a link to my you tube channel, brand new poetry reading. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciod7laprVU
Here comes another
classic case of writer's block. C**k soft, I spew across the white pages. Maybe age is catching up with me. Time has been a friend, but I'm only as good as my last poem. I long for the days when songs filled my heart, where every part of me smelled the rain and the wet dogs, and the streets of Spain. The pain was always fodder, the joy, the sadness the madness of love and sex and passion. The rancid anger and rage became the words of a sage when I broke out the notebook. Not tonight, though, I will wait for the erection and the blood to simmer in the red dot on the white snow. Patiently waiting for the hemorrhaging of the soul. © 2025 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas 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..Writing
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