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 Angels held my hand Walking through the fire For so long Only to fall To the flame Still I stand Still alive Watching time And people die Battles won Battles lost My skin an open book Crossover memories Tried and true Raised by fire Under the son Eyes burnt Pain fades away Hold on Move on Forget Remember Live ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Broken Dream Gumbo”
I'm upside down Flip me over No wait Again I liked it better The other way Around Upside down and Inside out In the lost And found box All mixed up Time and time Again stirring My own pot Of broken dream Gumbo With someone else's Spoon And vice versa While talking To the bird That lives in My beard Passing time Building wings Of twigs and leaves Held together By the ear wax Of Ballybogs That always seem To fail In one way Or another The guardian angel And little devil Sitting on my shoulders Pass a bottle Back and forth Laughing At my shortcomings So the clown in me Steals it And we all end up Drunk and naked Dancing around A bonfire Adding ingredients To the gumbo ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Weep No More”
Riding on a cloud High above the world So beautiful Flowing along the line Of her back The one Who taught me how to write She passes in the sky In rooted tangle Only to give me At last When I am dead Hope to return I have seen her constellation Dressed in green Tailed like a rat And then fall away Here With me Burning in secrets Of nothing whatsoever I shall see her again Ended is what I have begun Only to begin again Show me Weep no more ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Using Its Own Parts”
Our true self is a voice In the form of energy Living in our heads Driving our bodies Like a temporary Meat spaceship Every breath we take Is like the tic-toc of our own Biological self destruction clock Working towards releasing it We're like the gears Of a larger structure Spiraling into itself Before reaching the last Apex curve within Only to be launched back To the beginning Simple yet deliberately Over engineered Like a Rube Goldberg machine Built by the universe itself Using its own parts And it's beautiful And it's terrifying To think about At the same time ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Old Friends”
I see a darkness Hiding in the light Taking a sip of my coffee And a drag of my cigarette I give it a nonchalant nod Just so it doesn't Feel alone My mind tends to slip Between fantasy and reality Yet the darkness is always there Sometimes seeming surprised To see me We're old friends you see Even roommates for a while Those were the days Lost but never alone ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Wasted Space Man”
One morning a junkie astronaut Dipped in stardust antimony Came to me with a snake tooth smile And hypnotizing spiral eyes From behind an antique mirror Asking me for change Offering me space capsules In the form of pills Crafted from time crystals In exchange for said change Naturally I took a few And walked a crooked mile In his galactic mind shoes I noticed his tattered space suit Was adorned with special patches Of dangerous secret missions He was hesitant to speak of Seemed like a stand up guy Once upon a time Handing me an ancient Ouija board planchette Cast in meteoritic iron To show me things I couldn't remember Nor did I care to Both one in the same Analyzing some memories I realized that wasted space man Was myself in the mirror And the change He was asking for Wasn't about money at all ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Sometimes”
Sometimes my mind Feels clouded to the point Of insanity Filled with sounds and Voices and songs and Things I cannot control So loud it hurts Sometimes Screaming internally I suffer Just stay silent Trying to maintain and Keep my cool so I don't lose my composure Seeing the future Sometimes coming true Only to find that I was dreaming Or maybe I wasn't Seeing my death Sometimes coming true Only to find that I was dreaming Or maybe I wasn't Then waking up From a dream Within a daydream Or a nightmare Knowing what's to come Or maybe I don't But sometimes I do ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Suddenly I Understand”
Holding on for dear life Searching for some Psychogenic other self Among the ugly people Numbing the pain By the pulse of the moon Until there's nothing left Reinventing myself Again and again Behind a smoldering cigarette My inner child Still clings to my leg Like it's a plastic crucifix Too young to grasp the concept Of gold Suddenly I understand Searching for the answer An answer quite like you It is impossible To extinguish a fire With kerosene So I laugh In the face of the flames Toss in my burnt cancer stick Drink the flammable liquid And piss on the fire Anxious to see Who I may become ©James Dennis Casey IV
“Wars Rage On”
Tyrants reside In ivory towers High above the Light of heaven Below the lowly Jacks for hire Smoking bones of Men of seven Lonely queens Await return Of knights and kings On noble quest Out for blood The aces burn They rape and plunder At their behest Carving dreams Into the skin Only the jokers Stand a chance Wars rage on Again and again Until tyrants fall Upon heaven's lance ©James Dennis Casey IV
“And They Become”
Masked men In satin cassocks Chase werewolves Into the night Lunar rays embrace them Madness consumes them And they become the very beasts They are hunting Let this message Be a lesson to you ©James Dennis Casey IV
