Poetry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

Andy fell asleep, he was just a boy

His dreams went deeper and deep

Until he died from a fall in one of his dreams

And he couldn't be a cat without it

The rain is sand, a man does stand in a raging storm of cresting water in electric blue haze

Don't go home without your turtle

Mother spilled tomato sauce on his home

And killed him sour grapes sprayed with minox-5

And did you know a cottonwood could grow to a feet so old till the limbs come crashing down

Old men of the sea with Red Lobster bibs on, and crusty beards

You'll see them sitting at the park benches feeding the turtles dill pickles.

Poetry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas