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.
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