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
poet
“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
“Breakfast time again” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryA groan arises in the house
Unsure if legs remain steady
One last feast to assemble the dead
Soon these thoughts, these words, will exit my head
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.
“Dear Death…” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryPlease Death, give my parents one more day.
They’ve yet to apologize.
They’ve yet to change.
Do not take them away until
I hear new things said
Give them one more day
As many as it takes
I don’t mind the wait.
a new poem: “Self-Doubt, Self-Growth” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryTransgression is the obsession
The artist would say
that brings the words into play.
Yet they…
…knocked…
…kneaded…
…self-betrayed…
Question the sessions
Asking is there a different way
to discover the words to convey.
a new poem: “Changes flow” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWhere water flows,
changes will show.
Wail till tears flow,
changes will show.
Laugh till tears flow,
changes will show.
Time passes too slow,
last till changes show.
a new poem: “Self Observation” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryI observed you in the corner of my eye
thinking my attention had slipped you by.
You writing those thank you letters
so conceited, so renowned
to answered prayers profound.
Reminding you in simple sounds.
That all your efforts will turn to dust.
That you never had anyone’s trust.
That you are unequivocally a creature of disgust.
a new poem: “Before Success Visits” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryBefore Success comes to stay
His three brothers clear the way.
Failure arrives first, claiming he only needs the smallest bed,
But will take two and then three instead.
Confusion arrives next with too much luggage for his claim of an overnight stay.
Excuse after excuse he generates, staying for days and days.
Disappointment arrives last with nothing to his name.
Seeing everything you have he will complain and complain.
They will bicker and argue with no delay,
Destroying your house and disrupting your ways.
But in the end they, as much as you, will grow tired
Claiming each other has an unbearable situation made.
They will leave not with a thank you said.
A broken home is their parting gift instead.
But it is a gift, their visit as much as their departure.
In home repairs you will be employed
Even the areas you would normally avoid.
So when Success finally does visits, he enters with words so kind
Thanking you for making your home such a comfortable find.
He continues saying If I may
Could I stay a few extra days?
a new poem: “Answer me this” by Thomas Typewriter
poetryWhat role do I play in your life,
Husband or wife?
Am I determined by sex,
Or my effect?
Though I should not care,
I wonder if you would dare
to tell me
to reassure me
Why you love me.
Don’t answer too quick.
Please take your time to think.
In the meantime, I will continue my confusing ways
Awaiting what you will say.
Thomas Typewriter 
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