Bourbon Street Pirates by James D. Casey IV

Bloody Mary breakfast
At noon

Long night ahead
As the one behind

Big Jim’s eyes
Glazed
My father
Pop
Best friend

The Dungeon
The night before
It scared my brother’s old lady
I dug it
As always
Kissing some woman
In from Dallas
Her old man watched

Back from the memories
Vendors selling wares
Raw oysters
Masks
Trinkets
Jewelry
Music plays

This part of the city
I enjoy

Breakfast is over now
Time for a walk about

A hand rolled cigar
A little Voodoo
Pirates Alley

Hobos making love under a blanket
Brass band serenade
Things are getting strange

I like strange

Time to hit Turtle Bay
Medium rare cheeseburger
Fresh cheddar
Turbo Dog beer
Another one
My hand feels empty

Saint’s game
Losing score
Time for the next show

Johnny White’s
Pirate bar
End of the game
41-10
The answer to life
The universe
And everything
Is 42
We lost
HA
I still love ’em

Molly’s
Irish bar
Bloody Mary
Irish coffee
Run into an old friend

Poetry and art ensues
Minds meld
Smoking Indica
Minty flavor
Hidden in an Altoids can

Gives the flower
An even more
Enticing taste

Studio apartment
Starving artists
Working where we live

High now
A bit drunk
Time for another

Back to Molly’s
Across the street
Then White’s
Yes
Again

Some guy with a big gut
In a little dress
Saint’s colors

Shots
More Bloody Marys

Our tribe arrives
My little brother
Some Colorado cousins
Their women

Skirt guy
Mark
I think that was his name
Flashes his penis
Brother gets mad
A valid argument
We give him a pass
Just one

It is New Orleans after all

More drinks
Music
Stories
Tales
Lies
Exaggerations

Then the hand grenades
Powerful
But sweet
A combination of elixirs

Skirt guy
He can’t handle us
Bourbon Street Pirates
To the core

He grabs the wrong breast
A fight ensues

All sorts of deliberate debauchery
All hell breaks loose

Stools
Fists
Bottles

He did not realize
We were all family

People thrown
Faces bent against knuckle

We win
Of course
Grown men
Acting out animal aggression
s

Time for a retreat
Cops
Police state of mind
Setting in

They could not handle us
Bourbon Street Pirates
To the core

We showed Colorado a good time

Now it is time to eat again
Drink some more
Stumbling into Little Vick’s
Laughing
Bruised

Good times

Muffalettas
Gumbo
Jack Daniel’s

A friend emerges
From the back
In an apron
Asking how the food was

It is the old friend
From earlier on
I told you
We work where we live

Starving artists
Together again

Talking
Laughing
Drinking

Getting loud

Some desert
Cafe Du Monde
Coffee
Beignets
More whiskey
Another hand rolled cigar
Sleep
Repeat

A self proclaimed “Madman Philosopher,” James D. Casey IV is a published author of two poetry books: ‘Metaphorically Esoteric’ & ‘Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine.’ Mr. Casey’s writings have also been featured on numerous websites, in online magazine publications, and printed in two poetry anthologies: ‘Pirate Poetry’ by Writing Knights Press, and ‘Where the Mind Dwells’ by Eber & Wein Publishing. Poetry Life & Times, Artvilla, and Realistic Poetry International all have him listed in their poet archives as well. http://louisianakingcasey.wixsite.com/big-skull-poetry