Tom Lucas's Writings
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Poem
May.18.2012
So it’s going to be like that huh?One of those late night/early morningsInsomnia styleSitting a foot from the TVNibbling on stale crackersMind buggingMind scribblingBouncingGod, how you would love to sleepHaving something to sayMaybe read another blogClick another likeBack to the notebookWhat’s on your KindleBlank pageThoughts in a cage matchLousy TV1000 channels...
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Poem
May.16.2012
A blank desert stare
Turns bloodshot red
As sharp grain
Meets fragile eye
Flow salt flow
Futility blinks slowly
Hands clench knuckle white
Jaw grinds tightly
There is no pain like vision
Absent knowledge
Is a forgotten tool
For breaking frozen gears
Rusted shell of machine
Ancient and abandoned
Buried by wraiths
A hidden memory
The...
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Poem
May.13.2012
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Like a sea of maggotsSo does this place appearSo vile on the onsetA horrifyingly ugly beginning.
Witness the early lives formingDestined to be flies that feed on shitWithout a choice but by designAnd certainly by fate.
An unfortunate time to chooseA toxic pathogen in conceptKilling slowly killing quicklyClosing its hands around my neck.
Escape is not an open...
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A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.
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—Mark Twain
About Tom
Tom Lucas was born and raised in Detroit, and although currently enjoying the lack of snow and ice in Florida, remains a son of the post-industrial apocalypse.
Throughout his childhood, Tom found solace in comic books, Star Wars action figures, movies,...
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Tom’s Favorite Books
Permanent Midnight, Watchmen, Lord of the Flies, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Game of Thrones, The Year of the Flood, Never Let Me Go, Let the Right...