The Part that WantsA Poem by Thomas W CaseBiology is a b***h.
Bukowski prowls around the room
like ancient moonlight… Strange guttural sounds quivering to everything she touches. Eyes are slivers, green and dangerous, tail wagging and high, royalty in heat, softness spilling like sunshine, because she wants something she can't speak, something that breath itself desires. When biology fades, she becomes one with the shadows. Silent. Sharp. An orphan gliding through her living room streets. Untouchable. Semi-feral. Still beautiful. Still Bukowski. A heartbeat you can't hold. Men and women echo her melody. Smiles like tragedy and comedy masks. Hands slick with the con game, deadly coveting because the world craves and hungers. The touch is a facade. Desire slices the shape of everything with a pulse and leaves only specters where hearts should have been. © 2026 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 2, 2026 Last Updated on January 2, 2026 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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