May 9, 2017

Three Poems by James Dennis Casey IV: "Unbridled Birds", "Singular Universal Being", and "Talking to Myself in Public"

James D. Casey IV  is a published author of two poetry books: "Metaphorically Esoteric"’ & "Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine." He is also working on his third under the title “Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins” that is expected to be published within the next few months. Mr. Casey’s writings have been published in international ezines and on several websites. Poetry Life & Times, Artvilla, Realistic Poetry International, and Poetry Super Highway have him listed in their poet archives as well. You can find links to his books, social network profiles, and other projects on his website at

Unbridled Birds

My skull feels twisted
Backward behind the skin
Brain aquiver and
Mulling over the night's
Astral events

Odd details
Only seen
With a magnifying glass
Inside a green
Zinc coffin
Called sleep

I remember
So many roads
Old ones whispering
Young ones crying
Streets of imagination
Upon the bed
Of longing
Strange and familiar faces
Beyond the void

I remember
A cosmic tribe
Ancient feathers
From galactic owls
Braided into their hair
Dancing for rain
On a distant planet
Diamonds fall from the heavens
Like water there

I remember
Dolorous mountains
Making beautiful music
Serenading rivers of
Raging scintillation
Asking myself why
Such magnificence
Is surrounded by an air
Of heavy sadness

I remember
Lachrymal tincture
From a toothy moon
Vomiting lunar brilliance
Telling me secrets
I did not want to hear
While I
Tied to an Amethyst cross
Could not escape

With a flash of light
And a clap of thunder
I suddenly awoke
To a violent midday storm
Stardust in my dried saliva
Moon sand on my feet

Glad to be home
But anticipating my next departure
Come nightfall my eyes
Will become unbridled birds
Traveling to worlds unseen
In the light of day

Singular Universal Being

The bastard continues
Sinful and brilliant
In twilight fleeing
With sexy demons
Across the frontier

The fool is dying
Trace of sadness
Face in the mirror
Not knowing why

Glowing hearts within towers
Transparent landmarks
Desirous and nameless
Long way from home
Nothing to lose

Wavering sailors
Among dark water
Invoking musty animals
Out of their control
Over the horizon
Opaque and well aware

Goodbye aspirations
Attack the eyes
Hungry and sensuous
Conjuring illusions
In all of their minds
Collectively constructing
A singular

Talking to Myself in Public

I once was lost
But met someone that
Showed me the right path
Even if it was left

A thought provoking madman
That lived under a tree
With an antisocial fragrance
Day drinker blues and
A walking stick
Made of old stale bread

He muttered words
That smelled bad
Behind a candy corn smile
In between sipping
On broken dream gumbo
And thick black death coffee

While pointing the way
With nicotine stained fingers
Twisted and gnarled by time
I made friends with the bird
That lived in his beard
A talkative little fellow
With better breath

I thanked them for their time
Shook both their hands
And I was on my way
With a completely different view
Of our evanescent world

When I finally made it home
I splashed my face with water
And looked into the mirror
Only to realize that man
Was me the whole time just
Talking to myself in public

© James D, Casey IV

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