Train Wreck Women and Whiskey NightsA Poem by Thomas W CaseCheck out my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest books, available on Amazon.
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I found the word highlighted in my Bible. I remember liking how it rolled off my tongue. And thinking about tongues, all the women I loved over the years came to mind. Red dresses dancing between shots of rock gut and sloppy bar bands. Wayward. Full of drunken sailor vocabulary, fingernails like a feral cat. All twist and spark. Unruly. Thunder in a miniskirt; honey, where’d your panties go? A grinning succubus. Fire. And the soul that flirted with the night" and every other bum in the joint. I lived with them. Helped out with their kids. Drank myself through them. Played strip poker on nights ripped mad by cockroaches and Sinatra. My way? F*****g A-right. They were wayward trains plagued by broken tracks. And still, I loved them. Cussing, spitting, rolling through my nights. Laughing and f*****g and crying a lot. Screaming, you b*****d. And then making up over a bottle of Thunderbird. They left traces of a wildfire on everything they touched. My heart, my mind, my c**k. Even when they carried that cheap cardboard suitcase out the door, or stayed long enough to crack my solace, I inhaled them like cheap cigarettes. Sometimes harsh, always alive. And somehow beautiful in the hunger they left behind. © 2025 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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Added on December 11, 2025Last Updated on December 11, 2025 AuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas 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.. |

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