High Horse

Good Boy

when i was 19 
my boyfriend broke up with me
i sent him a photo of me 
trying on a dog collar 
in walmart 

presented without comment so 
he can decide 
what a dog collar is for 
the one million things that me wearing a dog collar could mean 

sometimes i pass by 
the latex dog fetishists 
and what we did was different…
it’s not about sex and humiliation 
it's more about 5 years of soul eating oscillations around what it means when i wear the dog collar

or maybe the sex freaks are in love after all 
if that's what love means 

when i was 19
i learned how to put my heart on a muzzle 
my snarling baby eating heart 

a violent animal 
or my love 
is wearing a dog collar 
in walmart 

and the woman tells the man in the dog suit to sit 
and he sits 
i could have that power…

i could bite you in walmart
i could bite you in love 
maybe you should wear the dog collar 
and sit




Sam

When my dog died 
they asked us 
how we wanted his body
destroyed 

In the car home I talked about how 
blood has a boiling point 
of one hundred point five degrees 
but it cannot melt 

A body can be incinerated 
and turned to ash
Blood can be vaporised 
and turned to ash 

I wanted him melted 
and put into an IV bag 
for when I'm really old
and I need that kind of animal love 

Sam gave up on living 
and let his organs loose 
I loved him very much 
he was a German Shepherd cross Border Collie 

If that means anything to you 
a half wolf half cuddly toy 
how would you want him
destroyed 

This poem will end at the beginning
of all time 
when the first dog died 
and melted 

God said 
I don't like the way that looks 
ashes is where he came from 
and ashes he will return 




Sympathy Addiction 

I am just a little doggy 
You are a sad advert to me 
I can't feel my own heart 
Tonight a piano could kill me

You want it softer 
I say something stupid 
That makes you want to unfuck me 
Understandable…

I listen to your heartbeat 
You say you have a condition  
I say make it slower 
And somehow you do  
 
You are the evil version of yourself 
Just for the fuck of it you say 
You know why you can’t feel your own heart?
Because I've already eaten it…

I'm addicted to a formative moment 
A hallelujah/a triumph 
Teeth on teeth dracula-style 
Making songs in a lake of acid

I say thank you for your smell
It smells like zigzags
Infinite diversions, a headblag 
Your twin knees on fire 

Your heart is asking for a sleepover 
It does the impressive dance 
I say yes 
Because I never say no…

Let’s watch Faces Of Death 
Let's not regret it 
Let's not look up what they do 
To dogs in other countries 





Scrappy Doo

Punch me one million
Billion
Trillion times
You still deserve Scooby Snacks





Untitled

I think I just killed your God
What?
I said I think I just killed your Dog
How?
Premarital sex

Casper Kelly is a poet. He has writing in Post-Pop Lit, High Horse Magazine, Misery Tourism, Dadakuku, Expat Press, Don’t Submit, World Hunger, Petrichor, Ethics, Cusper Magazine, and others.