Monday, August 20, 2018

James D. Casey IV Poems


James D. Casey IV is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana & Mississippi. He currently resides in Illinois with his Muse, their retarded dog, and two black cats. Mr. Casey has authored four books of poetry, and his most recent title is Owls in Hot Rods with Pink Elephants and Dead Bats released August 2, 2018. His work has also been published extensively by several literary magazines and small press venues. Mr. Casey spends his days writing poems, but also enjoys practicing magick, and cooking Cajun cuisine.

Walking Dead Memories Like Dogs

a man lost 
in the jungle
of time
walking dead memories
like dogs

the moment you know
you know

20,000 leagues
under the sea
walking the dead
walking the dead

as long as there's
song
as long as there's
rain
as long as there's
fire
as long as there's
me
as long as there's
you

let's walk
we don't have
to talk


Poet James D. Casey IV


Let's Rattle

A know it all
with nothing to say.

Hate in an icy heart,
and a John Goodman face.

Who the hell
am I?

Who the hell
are you?

If you can see me,
and I can see you,
are we still ghosts?

A fantastic sensation
like the tongues of a
thousand red foxes
licking my skin.

Fuck me?
No.
Fuck you.

Come on, snake, let's rattle!


Fickle Muse

naked with the wind
a fickle muse
who'd rather be dead
or out of their mind
or high

little did she know
I was thinking
the same thing

bitch

I have far more
important things to
do
than waste my
precious time
with your busted
soul

you are
not
the boss of
me


Silent Riot

who would've thought?
who would've dreamed?
rusty steel wings
could fly.

get out of your head,
climb inside,
we are the
only masters
of this
creation.

take the city
by storm
in our UFO
named
Silent Riot.

plundering
pillaging
space
pirates
here
on this
pale
blue dot
full of
monkeys
with guns
and money.

we wear them
crowns
we rule them
all.

let's take their
weapons
and steal their
women!

even if they are
one in the same.

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