Poems from caseyrb
thickets of ivy
bathtubs of mud
a consortium of
bubbling
bleating hearts
slipping, sliding
gliding with
powers of croaking warlocks
from...
in the ponds of mountain no tomorrow
mother loon croons her songs of sorrow
and though the tufts of storms blow by
she will not quit her...
my heart is not my brain's heart;
these limbs are not coated in my lover's skin.
i hold hands with myself
as if i can trick the other into...
alone shouldn’t be such a scary word
although i suppose i wouldn’t understand how others feel
down there where i was made.
here, alone is...
for 22 hours a day i keep my teeth in and
for 22 hours a day i stay in my quaint little town
four walls around a caved in nest
patterned...