Now

 

Life can be a walk

or a grand slam,

all over when the ball

hits the ground

& the applause ends

 

Steam smoking from a cup of coffee

the bray of a jackass

an icicle melting slowly

 

A moment to be savored

an eternity of sorrow

a thousand year old Sequoia

a butterfly near candle flame

 

Death is a mystery

no one can explain

& yet it is the greatest fear

existence requires courage

 

I confess

I've never been a hero

now is all there is

my words & you.

Slivers Of Death

 

I ask myself why go on?

 

Slivers of death fill my eyes

as I sit in the haunting fog, looking at the hands of my watch go by

chopping my life away like a guillotine

 

I love screaming kids & voodoo & tobacco from Cuba

I like to piss outside & let the wind bow on my nuts

 

I dig drinking booze out of a paper bag like a wino

 

I love rattlesnake tacos over a campfire surrounded by mountains of petrified wood

 

I fucking love to read my poems & play my conga

with a hat on the sidewalk for coins

 

Fuck death! Fuck life! Fuck war! Fuck America!

 

I want to go back to where I cum from

or maybe to Mexico where some rich senorita will pay my way.

Bio: Catfish McDaris will soon read at the KGB Bar in NYC to promote his new chapbook from Propaganda Press called Making Love To The Rain.  He has a blog at http://catfishgringoriver.blogspot.com/ & can be contacted at Mcdar3@aol.com.  He's been published widely for 20 years & has been nominated in prose & poetry for the Pushcart Prize 15 times.