The Emaciation of LifeA Poem by Thomas W CaseI read from my latest books on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxOye9wk3XgIt shows up grinding in an instant, in a century. Instinct and desire. A hunger. It’s not in the gut. Lower than that. It doesn’t have a name. It lives in the blood and the cells of every human being. A kind of rumbling noise in the chest, like a record left playing in a basement" John Coltrane, or Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue, faintly echoing through the halls of the mind. This thing, this longing, won’t be satisfied by food, savory or sweet. It needs grit" something to come back and mean it this time. Even the body knows it runs toward things that vanish on the horizon, that don’t want to be caught. You start confusing appetite with memory, and the lines get blurred, and the mind f***s itself, and the soul feeds on scraps of trash, trying to satisfy that twisting knot. The brain replays the bedroom scene of ecstasy" 2 a.m., sweat-soaked, half lost in it, half gone already, only to wake up broken, busted, confused. And at some point, you stop calling it hunger. You just settle in" like a mouse with crumbs on its face" to the rotten slice of life.
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4 Reviews Added on May 22, 2026 Last Updated on May 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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