On the backs of
flies
we wait for the
next thing.
Something is
always coming.
A birth or death,
food or hunger
hatred
laughter
love…
Something is always
coming around the
corner.
The Mad Hatter with
mushroom tea.
A strange color of
blue that tastes like
almonds.
A vagina that sparkles
in the night.
Listless mornings
of languid
walks with the
wife in the cool
of the evening.
A knife in the back,
a shark attack,
or maybe, just
possibly, you write
a poem about
waiting for the
next thing.








Enjoyable… provoking read…
Thanks.
Who are you?! I want your brain or at least those poetic vitamins you take.
Spectacular write as usual, Thomas. Congrats on your latest!
Thank you so much.
It’s my pleasure, truly
I enjoyed this. Something is always around the corner;))
Thank you.
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. I’m getting beat-poet vibes, could just be me though. Fantastic write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my friend.
Cool write. I agree with Damian, I’m getting beat poet vibes. Love it!
Thank you.