by James D. Casey IV
is too much to handle
sometimes
others
you roll with it
like dead man’s boots
custom
at the river
crocodile skin
with blue wave
souls
swimming in
fallen flowers
i have the tongue
wretched yet sacred
no beginning
no end
broken
fixed
I’ll show you
love
rope in hand
I won’t ask
I see
brilliance
vitality
light
Idealism
fell
on its own
sword
slithering in bloody truth
of firstborn lies
James D. Casey IV is the author of seven full-length collections of poetry, founder and editor-in-chief of Cajun Mutt Press, and extensively published online and in print by small press venues and literary magazines internationally. He is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana & Mississippi, currently residing in Illinois with his Beautiful Muse, their goofy dog, and two black cats. @CajunPoetJDCIV on facebook, @LouisianaJames on twitter, @Cajun.Poet.James on instagram, or CajunPoetJames.Wordpress.com.
