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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