Little Feces Heart

A little feces heart
Clinging to the bottom
Of a porcelain throne

Nothing a little more whiskey
Can’t take care of

Go away little heart
I want feelings no more
Flush away
Be gone

I care not to see you later
As I regurgitate my sadness
Praying to the porcelain gods

To be alone
A sickness
Tormenting me
With it’s silence

Words I keep to myself
Less to feel a fool

I take another swig
Let it dance with my tongue
The way ours used to dance

Cigar smoke fills my lungs
Whiskey fills my belly
Love abandons my heart

Empty now
A void
Not whole

Where has the time gone
I need to pray again

That heart
Still there
It mocks me

Laughing at me with shit breath

James D. Casey IV is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana & Mississippi that currently resides in Illinois with his Muse, their ​retarded​ dog, and two black cats. He has authored three books of poetry: Metaphorically Esoteric, Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine, and Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins. His work has also been published in print and online by several lit mags and small press venues including Triadæ Magazine, Pink Litter, In Between Hangovers, Indiana Voice Journal, Beatnik Cowboy, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Leaf Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, Zombie Logic Review, Tuck Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, and many others. Mr. Casey’s books and other projects can be found on his WordPress site by clicking here…