Alligator Boot Cars

Alligator Boot Cars prose poem

Uploaded by James Casey IV

I’m gonna run away
Start a one man cult
As the king turd
Of an empire of shit

Change direction
With the wind
Living forever
In a dream
Behind a million mirrors
At the end
Of the rainbows
On the walls
Of my own prison

Never staying between
The lines
Knocking over mailboxes
In my alligator boot cars
With a pistol in my pocket
And a folded fifty
In the brim of my hat

Tattooing my story
On my skin
Along the way
So you can read
My body
Like a book
When I die

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James Dennis Casey IV

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James D. Casey IV is a self published author of three volumes of poetry: Metaphorically Esoteric, Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine, and Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins. Books are available for purchase through his Amazon Author Profile. Mr. Casey's poetry touches on a wide range of topics including personal experiences, love, hate, religion, politics, dreams, addiction, parallel dimensions, and many others. His work has been published by several small press venues both in print and online lit mags including Triadæ Magazine, Walking Is Still Honest(W.I.S.H.)Press, The Blue Nib, Pink Litter, In Between Hangovers, Indiana Voice Journal, Poetry Breakfast, Beatnik Cowboy, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Leaf Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, Zombie Logic Review, Whispers, Your One Phone Call, I am not a Silent Poet, Tuck Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, PoeTree, Story Mirror, Stanzaic Stylings, Spillwords Press, The Micropoets Society, Leaves of Ink, PPP Ezine, Poetry Life & Times, and Realistic Poetry International.
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