Here is a link to my latest YouTube reading https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvZAR6uno3A
Ever since Judas betrayed the Christ, someone’s been yelling, “Watch me stab the neighbor in the back.”
They bow down at the altar of money, grin like vermin chasing gold. Every friend has a price. Deals sealed with handshakes, sweat flows, fangs bite. Someone always bleeds behind the scenes.
They tread on our bones for applause and nods. To get ahead, but for what? We ain't stayin. Gold drips from their grimy fingers. Shame they can't wash off. Just ask Lady Macbeth. Transactions of degradation. On to the next sucker.
Boots sticky with blood. Every hand grabs, every eye covets. They lie flat, lie tall, lie anywhere to get the prize. Nothing holy. Nothing’s taken. Everything descends down the ladder into the abyss.
They shuffle papers and wink, kiss asses, laugh over the ashes of trust. Call it ambition, call it need.
No one blinks, no one winces. Do you smell the rust? The moral bankruptcy is brutal if you’re invested. Every hand a money clip, every word a check mark. They smile like it’s currency.
And the silent rooms, where friendship and laughter dwell, collect the bodies of trust.
Just posted a new long-form poetry reading on my YouTube channel featuring selections from Aluminum Cowboys, one piece from Sleep Always Calls, and a sneak peek from my upcoming book Searching for Nod, coming this November.
A simple at-home reading—just the work and the page.
“They shuffle papers and wink,
Kiss asses,
Laugh over the ashes of trust.”
Thomas those lines so struck me I paused, then started over, reading from the top. Great finish describing the tomb of trust. A very thoughtful condemnation of capitalistic abuse.
This offering only names Judas Iscariot and Lady MacBeth, but it is about a general type of treacherous individual, one capable of the most egregious betrayal to get ahead. These people can be on either side of the law, but their attitude Is "me first and devil take the hindmost." You really don't want this sort as your backup.
“They shuffle papers and wink,
Kiss asses,
Laugh over the ashes of trust.”
Thomas those lines so struck me I paused, then started over, reading from the top. Great finish describing the tomb of trust. A very thoughtful condemnation of capitalistic abuse.
It is the irony of life that people will take life in trade for a bobble that they can not leave with. Nicely written Thomas very philosophical. Well done
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..