The Madness of MarchA Poem by Thomas W CaseHere is a link to my latest you tube poetry reading https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNzeVyF51OgThe TV buzzed. Iowa beat Florida. Sweet 16 again. I’ve been a Hawkeye fan since I could crawl, back when the floor felt safer than the world. March Madness takes on a lighter tone these days. Now I sit on a decent couch, remote in hand, a fridge that hums with promise instead of emptiness. Eating dinner instead of drinking my meals. But there were other Marches" nights that smelled like wet pavement and cheap beer, waiting for the cold to break or take me with it. Frozen on a park bench. In my twenties we talked about bands we’d never start, names like March Hare, tripping through hallucinogenic wonderlands and borrowed time. Other years I lived on the street and didn’t know March from Groundhog Day. Some years I watched the tournament through the haze of a bottle, games flickering in bar mirrors I couldn’t quite focus on. Neon nightmare in a liquid haze. And still" when the crowd roars, when the clock winds down" I feel it in my chest, that old, reckless chaos I used to mistake for life.
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7 Reviews Added on April 22, 2026 Last Updated on April 22, 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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