Casey's Love Affair
Just a boy covering tracks
On the corner of Wilkens Ave.
Whispers his passion
To the salesmen
Of death!
Synthesized heaven
Where high wired souls
Return to
The hole
Sunk into the bed.
And spectacular rays
Do not pierce
His red lined mirrors.
Once stained blue
And young
And in love - With me.
And now
He hides his tattoos
Under a jacket.
He is still covering tracks.
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