Category Archives: Poetry

Alternatives

There are other worlds
Other places
Other times
Where I am someone else
Someone better
Someone worse
Richer
Poorer
Sicker
Imprisoned
Crippled
Celebrated
Hated
Legendary
Unknown
Or
Already dead.

I’d like to travel to these places.
I’d like to meet these other Toms.

Maybe they could teach me something.

Or maybe I will teach them.

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I Performed in a Tattoo Shop.

tom-lucas tatshow
Recently I performed at a tattoo shop with several other talented writers.
 
Here is the evidence. Enjoy.
 

A recent live reading.

Last week I was honored to read along with the other finalists (and winner) of the There Will Be Words 2015 series.

I hope you have time to check it out!

https://thedrunkenodyssey.com/2016/05/14/episode-206-the-best-of-there-will-be-words/

A Complete Literary Conference on YouTube!

Recently I was a panelist at Litlando, a new one-day literary conference here in Orlando.

The complete conference is now on YouTube.

I sat on the Weird Fiction panel, naturally.

Enjoy a full day of panels and lectures — for FREE.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLg-TKhQp7AqFbx4ykk4ZkMxdpl-EJV_un

Present and Accounted For

It’s been a tough rough time of it

I’ve had some setbacks and

Push forwards

Now

It seems to be coming around again

I just have to kick a little ass

Real quick

And I should be back to

Where I was

Supposed to be

About

Now.

.

.

.

I’m so ready!

I Wonder If I Will Read This

There are a few versions of me running around these days.

 

There’s the guy I used to be.

 

There’s the guy before that, who nobody liked, who has lately been using my body.

 

There’s the true me, the man I am supposed to be.

 

There’s the guy that’s trapped, brain and heart frozen. He’s the guy that wakes up every morning.

 

There’s the guy that everyone thinks I am. He’s nowhere to be seen (by me).

 

I’ve been frozen for a while now. Stuck in a place, like a ghost, haunting all the spots.

 

This was the year that I split into shards.

 

I don’t think anyone noticed. I think that’s a good thing.

 

I hope I can find them all, scattered across the many lives that I live.

 

I will pick them up, one by one, and catalog them.

 

I will coat them with glue and stick them together and make a whole.

 

If the glue dries well, you will hardly get to see the cracks.

 

Where the broken pieces of me have fused.

 

But don’t push on the pieces or they may break into many more.

Whispers

whisper

I’d tell you a secret
But I don’t trust the walls
They lean in when I start to speak.

I’d tell you a secret
But I think you already know
What I am going to say.

I’d tell you a secret
But then
I wouldn’t know

What to do next.

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