Casey Rock

Rookie (March 9 1987 / Denver)

These Crutches - Poem by Casey Rock

The backyard is on fire again.

and as the foundations of the garage
smolder, and the smoke reaches my tastebuds
I open a window
but don't bother with a bucket of water because
there are stairs to descend

anger...rage...only healthy with a side order of
confrontation,
but I don't even spit on the blaze—
I'm on my twenty five dollar throne.
Ninety-five degree tears have left these blisters on my face
and so far the razors of complacency have found only
tributaries
in my wrists. Banality has induced a swelling of veins—
they have become far far to easy to
see and touch
and has put holes in my kneecaps
(I need something beautiful to live for)
So I don't need to lean on these crutches
until they give up because there has been a
breach of contract and
I am reminded that they're gone
every time I can't walk forever.


Comments about These Crutches by Casey Rock

  • (7/23/2005 9:34:00 AM)


    I like a lot of your images here, too. Brings to my mind Dylan's, 'cryin' like a fire in the sun.' 'Razors of complacency', wow, that's fresh, the phrase almost explodes from its surface contradiction-explodes, or starts a tornado! (Report) Reply

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  • (7/18/2005 5:03:00 PM)


    certainly builds a feeling of tension. Well done Casey. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 15, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 4, 2005


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