Rivulets slide across the abdomen
Uneven caresses to a forgotten song
Rivers run
Rivers rage
Where floods the words when it rains
Aches leaving stains in the daylight
Rivers run
Rivers rage
-Thomas Typewriter
poem
“The Poetics” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryBlind to the times
Witches work their rhymes
Old words linger
Within those castles carved from sand
A reminder to all who remain
That a litany of words written by many hands
Speaks in a voice raspy and sublime
-Thomas Typewriter
“Crossword Shovels” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryBreak the shovel
Little do they care
Shouting voices
Lose a puzzle
Five lines make a square
Shouting voices
Gurgle a lost tongue
Know little is undone
“Vapors” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem
poetryYour box of taste sits on the table
Next to the silverware and dishes of high importance.
Please, if you’re able, make room for my unique flavor.
Only if your capable
Because soon the day will come
Where I am unwound
Lost and first through the exit
And at that time, let me take solace
Finding a measure of reassurance
That on a table
Next to the dishes from our wedding night
Next to the silverware we meant to use
Sits a box
Holding the smile you claimed
At the smells I would emanate
Cause and effect – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryHypothesis and expenditure have their own rhythms.
The bridge is built before the blue prints.
Listen deep as the message repeats
The Assembly is the prism.
The Effort is the schism.
The Scattered Light bent into self fulfilling scripts.
As you go your way, making your day
To you what can I say…
except,
Balances explain checks and Figures whisper facts.
“It Seemed so Important at the Time” – a poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryIt seemed so important at the time.
What is left to say when the words fly away
When yesterday seemed so important today
Words and phrases arranged into such elegant displays
It seemed so important at the time.
Imagine my dismay at Time’s lack of stay
The moving hands always revisiting, always in sway
Catching nothing, letting the pieces of me stray.
It seemed so important at the time.
today in the studio: November 26th, 2023
today in the studio
“There is a pain in my thigh” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryPain is a pin
Piercing pages of the calendar
A moment that never gives in
Existence without structure
Till it ends
With frantic hopes of never again
“An Ounce of Nothing” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryAn ounce of nothing refused to play
An ounce of nothing refused to say
The words that make up a day
Of hope, of joy, of foregiveness, of exchange
To think the effect of something which does not exist
Would affect a life
Yeilding a direction change
“Stillness” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryIn this moment, stillness surprises me
It confidently strides across my afternoon
Clearly living the better life
I follow, traveling short paths to long thoughts
Thomas Typewriter 
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