Poems from caseyrb
clock ticks suck blood. i form daily contrast in the hallways
by splitting skittle colors. a childhood car game: kids standing
on the...
soiled diary spells out
dimension days today, monoliths
of running baby laps round the old organ:
dry heaved dreams everyone has shared....
there’s something so sweet about
almost dying, getting
crushed in the driver's seat as a drunk flings
metal scraps at neck putty
like...
the priestess strix on crest of wood
stands where ancient spirits stood
commanding banquets from amber sky
with crystalline pulse of evil...
Every part is my favorite, but
one of my favorite favorites is
how your favorites have become mine. How
every love of yours lies latched to...