Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEeNcBC_mnM
I've been to the bitter, dark place where dreams are decorations in dilapidated houses, a building haunted by the ghosts of spring. I tasted the wine of w****s and convicts there.
I've prayed with the broken and wasted. I spent days and months, almost forever with the feral men and women of America in homes not fit for fleas.
Then one cosmic day, while the wounded slept, I chased a beautiful moth that escaped the flame. And that has made all the difference.
The first two stanzas are pretty grim, the testament of one who has seen the bottom of the barrel. The last stanza, however, tells of a sort of resurrection, a meeting with a "beautiful moth" who "escaped the flame." This apparently changed everything. The last words make me think of Robert Frost.
The first two stanzas are pretty grim, the testament of one who has seen the bottom of the barrel. The last stanza, however, tells of a sort of resurrection, a meeting with a "beautiful moth" who "escaped the flame." This apparently changed everything. The last words make me think of Robert Frost.
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..