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Catfish McDaris - 5 poems

12/22/2015

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1. Licking the Stripper Pole
 
Maybelle said, “Quickman, you should
start selling wigs door to door, I know
ladies that love fake hair. You could
come to my domino and bid whist hall,
the ladies would eat your white ass with
a fucking spoon. What do you say?”
 
Quick said, “There ain’t no pain with
John Coltrane, baby. I’m no maniac
milquetoast eating mulligatawny soup.
I like to make love and shred time with
out injuring eternity and listen to the wind.”
 
They lined up, panthers pacing in stiletto
heels in pools of tears, drinking cocaine in
the kaleidoscope rain. Licking salty limes
and drinking mescal straight from the bottle.
 
When Quick left three days later, the queen
of cool was on his hook. He had a pocket
full of C-notes. He’d shaved lots of peaches
and licked more than he cared to comment on.
His geisha cowgirl was using a blowtorch on his
triple beam, she had no love or pity in her heart.
***
2. Cockroach Hypnosis

  
Killing is easy
unkilling impossible
drowning in lake of
blood, lost in a desert
of crushed bones.
 
If you can laugh at death
you truly are a bad dogface,
cherish and caress the scars.
 
Money will suck your soul dry
if you let it, there’s no love in a
cowboy boot or a coyote howl.
Stomp the cockroach stomp
the golden fobbed pocket watch.
 
Take your lady to the moon,
take your lady to the moon,
never never ever come back.

***
3. Sayonara Motherfucker


Slow-poke Jones could
open a can of whoop ass
on you faster than a sneeze,
he required no can opener
 
He used to say, “I’m gonna
swim in a pool of God’s tears
when I leave I’m not worthy
of a set of angel’s wings if I
get a halo it will be tarnished”
 
Bad people come in all flavors
like the parakeets in Marrakesh
and ravens in Baltimore cemeteries.
 
 ***
4. The Last Night Shift
 

Stumbling outside from the monster
loud shrieking machine madness, the
black slate floor trying to swallow your
feet to the knees in phobic quicksand
 
A cigarette, a sip of water in a deserted
parking lot, night, like a workman’s
gloves fingers wearing through at the
tips grasping the sun, clutching that
orange red ball to his dark bosom
 
Quick dozed off leaning against a
concrete wall, he struggled awake
hearing a sound, a lady was playing
trombone with a monkey in a tutu.

 ***
5. Strong like Bull Moving Company Dropped a Piano on My Head
 
Masturbating while flying in a straightjacket
pop that ugly thang jackalope mezcalito
magpie jones wolfman funk boner
 
Naked lunch tattoo douche bag gargle
fingerfucking the world’s  tight asshole
I'd love to fuckeat your mother in church
 
Vagina Jones horse dick mambo tango twist
bald pussy shave itch stinking fart lament
nipple cunt funk skunk butthole juice
 
Strong like bull handling my bazooka
like Joe Palooka vampire zombiebrains
shaving the porcupine ass fartlady pooter
on a motorscooter tooter matador bullfights 
 
Fuckface goes to see the Stones Mick
ain’t got no spotted dick Madonna pussy
is rotten rat in a dirty wedding dress.
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