Life and Death Got in the Way
Flying in a tumble like a projectile
Like an elephant stampede
I taste the words that fell
From your breath
I drink the rain from
Your treetop gardens
Bouncing through all
Perceptions of reality
Swallowing words with ears
And eyes and mouth
Scrutinizing reconnoitering
Until touched exuberated comatose
I will cry into your hands and hair
Tears of blood and mercury
Fucked to life
Then fucked to death.
Yesterday’s Miracle
Fucked if you’re hot fucked if you’re cold
Fucked if you’re poor or own a ton of gold
Fucked if you’re skinny or real fucking fat
Fucked if you’re pissing and get bit by a rat
Fucked if you love fucked if you hate
Fucked if you’re hungry fucked if you just ate
Fucked if you’re a stinking drunk craving wine
Fucked if you’re sober as fuck walking the line
Fucked if you make windshield wipers
Fucked if you’re a baby with shitty diapers
Fucked if you’re taking or leaving a shit
Fucked when the bong comes and you take a big hit
Fucked when you suck a glass dick full of crack
Fucked when your mama lays on her back
Fucked when the coppers slap you in a cage
Fucked when your life book is missing a page
Fucked when you die and only the worms cry.
Cherokee Rose
Prolonging the heartbreak, baby
baby, your love leaves me on a
ten story ledge watching the side
walk artists below creating master-
Pieces vanishing in the rain, they
smile like hundred-dollar bills are
pouring down, they know that every
thing is temporary even blossoms
Floating on the xeric wind, apricots
and nectarines make fiery love and
replace the sun in the cinnamon sky,
watching a video of Tommy Castro
And the Painkillers, play his song,
Ride, pretty ladies dancing, while he
Kerouac struts past City Lights Books,
keeping me alive like a Cherokee Rose.
Bio: Catfish McDaris’ most infamous chapbook is Prying with Jack Micheline and Charles Bukowski. His best readings were in Paris at the Shakespeare and Co. Bookstore and with Jimmy"the ghost of Hendrix"Spencer in NYC on 42nd St. He’s done over 25 chaps in the last 25 years. He’s been in the New York Quarterly, Slipstream, Pearl, Main St. Rag, CafĂ© Review, Chiron Review, Zen Tattoo, Wormwood Review, Great Weather For Media, Silver Birch Press, and Graffiti and been nominated for 15 Pushcarts, Best of Net in 2010, 2013, 2014, 2016, and 2017 he won the Uprising Award in 1999, and won the Flash Fiction Contest judged by the U.S. Poet Laureate in 2009. He was in the Louisiana Review, George Mason Univ. Press, and New Coin from Rhodes Univ. in South Africa. He’s recently been translated into Spanish, French, Polish, Swedish, Arabic, Bengali, Mandarin, Yoruba, Tagalog, and Esperanto. His 25 years of published material is in the Special Archives Collection at Marquette Univ. in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Bukowski’s Indian pal Dave Reeve, editor of Zen Tattoo gave Catfish McDaris his name when he spoke of wanting to quit the post office and start a catfish farm. He spent a summer shark fishing in the Sea of Cortez, built adobe houses, tamed wild horses around the Grand Canyon, worked in a zinc smelter in the panhandle of Texas, and painted flag poles in the wind. He ended at the post office in Milwaukee. Just missed the cut on a 2021 Pulitzer.
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