She had these little cups
of coffee for eyes, and I
should have stayed up
all night.
Love is a drunk whore.
A lie from Saturn.
Venus, slither back in the
ocean where you belong.
Loneliness is a knife cutting
my balls off.
Knowledge arrived with an
alarm clock from hell,
always the wrong fucking
time. Slammed doors, words
of hatred.
What happens to the man that
inherits the wind?
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Holy hell this is good.
Thank you.
You’re welcome
From the first line to the last, I was caught up in this
Thanks, Willow.
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. This is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Outstanding poem Thomas. Love it!!
Thank you.
I love the vague references and allusions, the metaphorical array of madness and symbolism. You can certainly feel the missteps and empathize with the devastation. As with all good poetry, I can read this in several different ways.
It’s a piece that keeps calling you back, Thomas… like a final glance behind you at a beautiful woman passing by.
Thank you. I appreciate it.