Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAdvMXLg6DA
That bubble of a moon is playing peek-a-boo behind the wispy night sky. Confirming to me everyone's lunacy. Words stick to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter. It could have been a better world, I should have been a better man.
January snowflakes are like guilt falling from the sky. little frozen starfish... cold and raw on the soul, and tongue.
My books are available on Amazon. They are: Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls.
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The poem paints regret with lunar precision — that mix of guilt and wonder hanging in the night sky. Each image feels like it’s quietly melting into confession. There’s beauty in that self-awareness, even when it stings. Oddly enough, I found a similar strange comfort once while scrolling through https://jogo-do-tigrinho.org , chasing small sparks of distraction.
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..