![]() Absinthe and JennyA Poem by Thomas W Case![]() Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSKnZMnMlTw![]()
I had been sober for
awhile and was getting that itch to drink. I couldn't recall the degradation and misery of the last drunk a few months earlier. It was spring, and I was standing outside of the flophouse, I was staying at. Just then, a big sunflower of a woman walked by. "Hi Jenny," I said. We had a past. Not much of one though. It resembled a Dali painting that had been soaking in the rain. We ended up in a motel with a bottle of Absinthe. Jenny wasn't much of a drinker, No problem, more for me. Jenny wasn't much of a conversationalist, and half-lit on robust booze, neither was I. I walked around the room talking about Hemingway and Van Gogh, Fitzgerald and Picasso. Jenny wasn't interested in them. She wanted me to score her some dope. She said, "If you want this p***y, you will buy me an eight ball." I didn't. I wanted to write, but I was too drunk. We wanted different things and neither of us found them that night. And later at about 3 am when I got up to piss, I could have sworn I saw the picture of Van Gogh on the box of Absinthe laughing. © 2025 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Thomas 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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