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'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.