Poems from caseyrb
a simple piece of glass—cracked at times—rules
over mountains, canyons:
caravan demands with an icy, firm fist. we
live in strange, almost...
I dream about the countdown to holidays like
single-digit kids dream of field trips the night before.
This year is different, though. The...
the setting is, of course, not your average psyche-located grocery store. the fluorescents flicker and there's a sauce stained child...
flashback to dead autumn, baby blue light stinging eyes with speech alcohol for days, hours 'till the end, then diving into a navy blue...
dream dried vomit eggshell walls hands clasped in cardboard boxes limp from rainwaters past do you remember when we biked down to the river...