Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
A Spine in Need of Friends we both see the same thing I’m young I’m old i’m there i’m here I’m i’m I i always a spine in need of friends we all know who what where matters don’t hide Continue reading A Spine in Need of Friends & Two other new poems by James D. Casey IV
Old Shadow Called Brand New at one constant volume one constant pitch you still won’t hear the strange old shadow called brand new coming from behind it wants to own you consume you at high altitude capacity underneath the radiant Continue reading Old Shadow Called Brand New & two new poems by James Dennis Casey IV
A Quarter Rat’s Dream Dirty streets Sticky floors A Quarter Rat’s Dream Living in the underbelly Of the Big Easy Dark smoky bars Good stiff drinks Old whore bartenders Musicians Artists Poets Story after story Drunken memories Some happy Some Continue reading A Quarter Rat’s Dream by James Dennis Casey IV
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 Continue reading Little Feces Heart by James Dennis Casey IV
Divine Revelation Illness We are the new Halluci-Nation That are not there Here Or anywhere Else Sensations like crawling Feelings across Pale skin Badlands In infinite nightfall Voices from a Schizophrenic lie Just misunderstood Illusions With thoughtful screams In silent Continue reading Divine Revelation Illness by James Dennis Casey IV
Petri Dish World Living under a microscope In a petri dish world Full of human music blues and Dirty Harry amoebas That vengefully destroy All rational thought Spinning tales of the stoned From can to can’t And basket case lies Continue reading Petri Dish World by James Dennis Casey IV
Waiting for Her Trying to find peace Inside an abandoned fortress Stuck in permanent Witching hour With nothing but ghosts For company And a sign on the gate stating “No Visitors After Midnight” Waiting for her The lotus eater To Continue reading Waiting for Her by James Dennis Casey IV
Shotgun Music Following a backwards god With breath through a hole In the sky Like cultured pearl bullets To the brain We all want The same things But progress takes time Living increases knowledge But knowledge Is a rare commodity Continue reading Shotgun Music by James Dennis Casey IV
Pain Fades Away A bloated pig sentient With intellectual aspirations My guts hate me And I hate my guts Poisoning myself Again and again Because there are things In me That need to die Heaven and home Hard to reach Continue reading Pain Fades Away by James Dennis Casey IV
Mourning Sun Holding on To the front of the tide Riding through A wet dream Turned nightmare The mourning sun Burns my eyes On a dead end street A foundation built Upon the bones of angels Lost again Come what Continue reading Mourning Sun by James Dennis Casey IV