Tohm
—Poetry by Tohm Bakelas, New Jersey
—Public Domain Photos
forevermore
i'm just a restless soul
on a dead-end road
and there's no place to go
i'm just a restless soul
on a dead-end road
and there's no place to go
doesn’t he know i’m hung over?
red-bellied woodpecker
jackhammers the gutter
above my window
red-bellied woodpecker
jackhammers the gutter
above my window
just regular stuff
i booked a massage
the place was clean and smelled nice—
i did not get off
i booked a massage
the place was clean and smelled nice—
i did not get off
diner haiku
waiting for my food
the diner is crowded—
i look out the window
waiting for my food
the diner is crowded—
i look out the window
a paranoid thought to a real possibility
Open containers—
real vulnerability—
did she poison it?
Open containers—
real vulnerability—
did she poison it?
it happens every time
no matter where i go
or what i do, psychotic people
find me
future plans
cold rainy night—
let's kiss and draw straws on who will
catch pneumonia first
treasure trove
your lack of evidence makes
me laugh as your children
smile at my jokes
parallel lives fuse
it took thirty years
so many empty-handed sunsets
i love you
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Today’s LittleNip:
haiku for m.t.s.
when i am with you
all that coldness goes away
my heart swells with warmth
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Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications, and he has published 13 chapbooks. He runs Between Shadows Press (betweenshadowspress.bigcartel.com). Welcome to the Kitchen, Tohm, and don’t be a stranger!
•••Thurs. (tomorrow, 11/4), 7-9pm: Poetry in Davis presents Miles Miniaci plus open mic, John Natsoulas Gallery, 521 1st St., Davis. Host: Frank Graham.
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