March & April 2020
Vol V No II
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James D. Casey IV Five Poems
Even the Worms
last night’s dream
brought me to a place
deep within a secret realm
my grey laced
golden mane
and tattooed skin
replaced
with animalistic hide
fangs, tongue, claws
all craving lustful embrace
I found
every manner of beasts
howling with pleasure
tangled bodies
in copulation
owls, deer, bears
wolves & snakes
even the worms
complete anarchy
glorious chaos
they welcomed me
into their forest orgy
I became one with them
until my awakening
aroused in feverish pitch
wet sheets
I long to visit
that dream again
to release my inner animal
and lay with the creatures
wildly free
is the love
of beasts
Chombo Thibideaux and The Voodoo Queen
blow that demon
off my shoulder
queef behind
my ear
on a leather book
night
in magick
knight
armor
the skeletons
in my
closet
roll the dice
and cast some
spells
to the sounds
of the
Big Easy
Chombo Thibideaux
and the
Voodoo Queen
dungeon master
turned gentle giant
because it learned
to love
half a bottle
of aged whiskey
half a joint
of Northern Lights
plus
a secret stash
war room
empty stares
and good times
inhaled intelligence
working on your
mind fuck
dreams
the key
that takes you
somewhere
anywhere
you want to
fly
just look at me
hey, look, you’re
here too
“That’ll do, Pig.”
William S. Burroughs and I
plugging holes in my books
last night with buckshot
such a surreal fantasy
I’ve dreamt of hunting
vampires with Bukowski
and getting in barfights
with Hemingway and dodging
bats with Thompson and being
lost in the desert with Jim
but this was different
we seemed to know each
other intimately like old
friends that hadn’t seen
each other in a while but
the strangest part of it all
was after we were finished
blasting my books to confetti
we shared a needle and he
looked me square in the eye
and said something so profound
it made me question my very
existence as a human being.
Busted Bones
Intermission of
silent souls,
changing color
behind a lit smoke,
sinking.
The Devil
made me
a free man,
flawed,
busted bones.
Fired
&
hired
again
on a hot day,
no water.
I put
two in his
chest,
no wussin’
out
now.
Run
for the
hills!
King of the Stone Age
chains
in meaning
in blood
in shadow
only the
heart
can under
bid
fear
no man
new life now
new lie
I think it’s time
to switch gears
sadness
to gladness
if it makes you
happy
laughing
together
all night
calm down
don’t flaunt it
who
found
who
translated
face to face
with the King
of the
Stone Age
Iggy
Pop
James D. Casey IV