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2d Agnes de Lods

Thomas W Case

I cuddled up with
a metaphor that was
caught in the corner of
my room.
I dressed it in the
silk of kings, and fed
it from the fractured
trees of innocence.
Low-hanging fruit of
despair gets us
every time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwmDj1yF6LA
Here's a link to my YouTube channel where I just put up a video of a poetry reading that I did at the Mason City Public Library. My books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls, are available on Amazon

#wwwthomaswcasecom

2d Agnes de Lods

Back when I was a Kid

2d Agnes de Lods

Thomas W Case

Back when I was a Kid

Music isn't the same anymore.
The purity and grit are gone.
It's mechanical and cold.
I remember the days of
records and record players.
The crack and pop, the
sizzling booming bass that
rumbled in my soul.

I think of a song, let's say
something by Zeppelin.
I close my eyes and smell
the ****, see the
blacklight poster on
the brick basement walls.
I lift up the needle and
ramble on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwmDj1yF6LA
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. My books are available on Amazon.

#wwwthomaswcasecom

2d Agnes de Lods

Borrowed glow

2d Agnes de Lods

Sarita Aditya Verma

Borrowed glow

Everyone swooned at the orange moon
Although it knew, it didn’t own, the glow
Yet shined for everyone alike
A celestial force, in the starry sky

As the night grew
The moon soared in the sky
It seemed to orbit with ease
The orange moon, at peace
For its glow, it owed to the sun

It didn’t mind changing attires
Through phases, thinning, gaining, losing the curves
but always admired and enjoyed the run
Orbiting around the sun
Its flaws camouflaged

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Front To Back

2d Agnes de Lods

Kurt Philip Behm

Front To Back

Controlling
the language
Controlling
the power
Defining
tomorrow
With words
of today

Converting
the juncture
Converting
the instant
Defining
the moment
With all
that you say

Blessing
your loved ones
Blessing
your enemies
Cursing
the liars
Redeeming
the lost

Asking
new questions
Asking
for answers
Loving
the value
In spite of
— the cost

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

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Where I Left Myself

2d Agnes de Lods

RED

Where I Left Myself

"I looked at him like he was my forever,
not knowing he was already turning into a memory.
I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep—
but it hit me like a punch:
I was already gone.
Already dead."

He found someone new,
someone better—
someone he now looks at
like I once looked at him:
like forever.

His love moved on.
Mine… stayed buried.

Seeing him smile again
healed something in me—
but not enough to put into words.
Not enough to write.

"deserved to be someone’s forever too. And I still do."

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Pithy #9: con~flating

2d Agnes de Lods

Nat Lipstadt

Pithy #9: con~flating

to merge, equate, blend to send
a misguided equality in which
there is no equity truly, but a
notion that what I see is my truth,
& what you see, well, you imagine it,
to be truly…too

neither black or white deemed colors, (1),
yet we con~flate them to be so, naming
them all colors, or the color of light,
which changes unceasingly, ergo, again,
all colors

upon a moments thought, conflating is:
no matter what you perceive, always believe
it is all colors
of conflated equanimity
<>
off to bed
until the nighttime sheds mev its whispered words and cries
soto voce, write it wright it right it!
11:10pm Tues Aug 5

(1)
In the realm of physics, black and white are not typically considered colors. White is the presence of all colors of light, while black is the absence of light. However, in art and design, they are often treated as colors, particularly when discussing pigments or shades.

#lipstadt

2d Agnes de Lods

contrast

2d Agnes de Lods

irinia

contrast

a croissant tastes the same flying over the Alps
sweat is sweat no matter what tram you take, it's so humane
on a tshirt from Asia a capitalist mind has written "Hit me hard and soft"
let's heat the hit
clouds are dreamed of beneath the trees
a young man takes a photo of an old woman having breakfast sur la Cote d'Azur
yeah, something hits me hard,  a contrast so sharp
black and white infuse  the blueness of air
the blackness of misery,  the whiteness of glamour

I'd better guard  the sea not to throw her abyss into my mind

#life