Friday, March 30, 2018

"Pretending"

~PRETENDING~

Isn't it strange
That we pretend
To be asleep
To fall asleep

As a child
I dreaded sleep
Bed time brought anticipation
Of intense night terrors
That still plague me
From time to time

Then there was
That stuffed gorilla
In the corner of my room
Staring at me
With empty black eyes
Like it knew my fears

Not sure which
Parent thought
That
Was a good idea
But I can laugh about it
Now

Lying in bed
I'd look through my pretend
Dream Guide
A tool of my own creation
Trying to find
Something pleasant
To "watch"
Before pretending to sleep
While trying to ignore
That damn gorilla
For what seemed like
An eternity
Only to have nightmares
Sneak in
Most of the time
Anyway

Now the bad dreams
May not come as often
And I no longer fear
Stuffed animals
But I still
Spend a lot of time
Pretending

©James Dennis Casey IV


Sunday, March 25, 2018

"Whispering From the Ether"

~WHISPERING FROM THE ETHER~

All my heroes are dead
Handing themselves over
To the American dream

They burned out
Never faded away
With an axe to grind
Cutting off the head
Of the snake
And we all marched on

Lost angels
In the cover of night
Strangers
Burning
Evolved

Whispering from the ether
Out of reach
Asking me to join them
In the lion's den

If you say a man's name
He is alive
And our life
Will never end

©James Dennis Casey IV


Wednesday, March 21, 2018

"Replacing The Shovel"

~REPLACING THE SHOVEL~

She destroyed him
And he loved her for it
He brought the trouble
She brought the shovel
To bury all the tainted pieces
Of his former self

Partners in crime
Doing the red eye boogie
With wolves
In sheep's clothing
In light of
A neon ampersand
In blurry type
The only one
That could tame him
Shot for shot

They had a moment
At night's end
She pulled a bait & switch
With a smile on her face
His courage started to bruise
And he knew
She was the one

They tied the knot
Wandering
Around a negative space
Replacing the shovel
With ball & chain
So he shook his head
 Eased down
Onto the ground
And said farewell
To himself

©James Dennis Casey IV






Tuesday, February 20, 2018

"Untitled"

~UNTITLED~

Flashbacks
In waves
Soft
Flowery
And convoluted

Memories of
A coin operated boy
That gained the world
Fueled by
Chemistry
And bad decisions

Now just a clown
With a rat king crown
Behind a cigarette smile
Tripping
On a screw loose
Expedition

©James Dennis Casey IV


Wednesday, February 14, 2018

"Paradise"

~PARADISE~

Stardust
Lost in translation
Doomed to let the
Sun go down
Upon our grievances

Endless skins
Without men
A remedy
In avalanche
Rolling
With a gun street
Girl

The best performance
The original animation
Institutionalized
With the devil
In a room full
Of flowers

Space oddity religions
And pity party nightmares
The consequence of inaction

Paradise
On fire in the rain
A simple song
Screaming of wild love
Forgotten futures
And alternate Edens

Horizons
Seasons
Spinning
Falling
Throughout
The infinite galaxy
Doomed
Yet forgiven

©James Dennis Casey IV


Friday, January 26, 2018

"Upon Their Wrists"

~UPON THEIR WRISTS~

Lying there
In the rain
With skin
Defiled
In slumber
Creeping
Like colors
Never seen

Bodies
In morbid wonder
Hand in hand
Entwined
In rigor mortis

Dried blood words
Upon their wrists
That once flowed
From their lips
With forlorn sentiment
Washed away
By the water
From above
Lining the ground
With tangent
From behind
Sunken eyes

The future lost
And found again
Doomed and hidden
To be dug up
Long from now
From long ago

A story
To be told
Crawling up
Inside and out
From the mouths
Of rain soaked
Corpses
Festered with worms
And forbidden love

©James Dennis Casey IV




Thursday, January 18, 2018

"Bullshit Dance Moves"

~BULLSHIT DANCE MOVES~

I got away
With murder
Once upon a time
But I only
Killed myself

Over and over
Using blue moon machines
In little bottles
Of transparent orange
That sounded
Like maracas
In my pockets
Playing sweet music
To serenade the dead

They made me
Dance
The voodoo mambo
Zombie limbo
My head like a chicken
Pecking at feed

From morning
Until night
I didn't mind
That kind of death
Felt good
For a little while

I was never charged
With anything criminal
Because they couldn't find
The bodies
To corroborate with my
Bullshit dance moves
So I was sent to rehab
Instead of
Gruesome Gertie

©James Dennis Casey IV