Evening Brews

Technology can suck.

Coffee steams from the mug.
Fingers embrace, trembling�"
logins lost again.

Screen freezes mid-thought.
Words vanish like dreams.
I sip, swear, sigh.

Cat’s chirp. Chaos paused.
Rain slithers on the glass.
Sleep echoes its promise.

Drag. Drop. Copy. Paste.
Undo. Redo. Repeat.
The world mocks the simple.

The protagonist gets lost,
wandering in error messages.
I just want a pen.

A stuffed bear on the floor.
Someone I can’t reach.
Someone I’d give the world.

Author's Note

Thank you to everyone who reads, listens, and keeps showing up here. The support matters more than you probably know.

I just dropped a brand-new long-form poetry reading on my YouTube channel raw, unfiltered, and straight from the same place these poems come from.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?vJD_4EDxtGWU

If the work resonates, my books are available on Amazon.
Appreciate you all.
Thomas W. Case

Reviews

[red93]

This is Great Thomas, how you leave so much in the margins and for the Readers to guess at. These days I do everything on the Smartphone and it does seem to make things easier. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, old friend.

[John the Baptist]

"I just want a pen." Indeed, when the words are coming, a simple ballpoint will see you through more surely than any machine subject to technological failure.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you, my friend.

[ThisSiteSucks]

Isn't it ironic how all things drive us to write?
Even cave dwellers wrote on the walls.
Maybe that 'venting' is why we are not extinct!
Melancholy? Nightmarish memories?
I believe it soothes our souls to write.
Great write as always!

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.