Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cz70MOS_JX8
In every room I've lived in, all the dilapidated shacks over the years that I've stayed in, always had a brown spider that crawled the walls. It had a little suitcase.
I thought to myself that it planned on leaving, moving to someplace better. It never did. It always just set up shop, and spun a web in the corner and caught flies, and occasionally a small moth.
On drunken sad moon nights, I sang dirges to the trapped bugs. They smiled and laughed, even though they were dying.
Here is a link to a brand-new poetry reading I did. It's available on my you tube channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cz70MOS_JX8 I have three books available on Amazon: Sleep Always Calls, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
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Thomas, you make words speak here. the visuals and images, the spider that had a little suitcase. this piece is sort of surreal to me. we are trapped, in one way or the other.. you bring this message out so beautifully here, yet the whole scene is haunting. especially, spider setting up shop and trapping flies/bugs. finally, being dead and being watched. This is great work, thanks for writing and sharing this!
This is haunting and strangely beautiful. I love the quiet surrealism of the spider with a suitcase—such a simple image but it says so much about restlessness and resignation. The ending hits hard too, with the bugs smiling even as they die—it’s dark, but deeply human in its sadness. Really well done.
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..