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Survivor of The Strange

James Dennis Casey IVJune 24, 2019

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Survivor of The Strange

written by: James Dennis Casey IV

@LouisianaJames

the new Lizard King
no one left to blame
on the level

this is how it's done

find your tribe
find your weird

enhance it
dedicate yourself
to something

what kind of trip
are you on tonight

places
dark
not about
to forget

places
light
a new day
a new design

survivor of the strange
long nights
tricking death
into being friends
letting my heart
beat another day

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James Dennis Casey IV

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 idiot dog, and two black magick cats.

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Mystical Experiences Living in a Ghost World - May 20, 2020
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Survivor of The Strange - June 24, 2019

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