Poetry from Cassie's refrigerator

Yesterday I went to a clothing swap at Cassie's apartment; I brought three pairs of shoes and a bunch of headbands and hair clips with me, and left with a skirt and two tops.  She has poetry magnets on her fridge, here's some choice lines:

• virtual twine
• she likes a slice of casserole
• I celebrate coffee of the wicked morning
• drunk death scratch sludge
• care to evacuate toast
• sorry the knuckle is funny but I play for the synthetic hair
• live high and late
• cold as an ocean gazelle above a night landscape
• stare out my eye
• sing magnificently with some gristle
• why are broken electronics always tragic