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Catfish McDaris
Flying Dogs
Sangfroid Blues
Picasso's
Skid
marks
Catfish McDaris has been active in the small press world for 25 years. He shot howitzers 3 years in the army and used to fish and hunt as a boy in New Mexico. Sometimes he goes down to Lake Michigan and feeds seagulls and dreams of mountain horses. He’s working in a wig shop in a high crime area of Milwaukee.
Sleeping with the Fish. New and collected works of poetry and prose is out right now!
http://www.amazon.com/Sleeping-With-Fish-
She went down on him
like an Otis elevator,
with a butt like no
tomorrow, he pulled the
Pin on the meat grenade,
people in Spanish Harlem and
Hell’s Kitchen and Chinatown
Want to hear the angels sing
and the devil scream and take all
your money and bullets and rum
Spaniard watched Juanita stop traffic
a drop dead gorgeous body, her
smile fed the hungry, but the
Dog is ice and fire and lives in
a birdhouse above a fire hydrant
waiting to learn how to fly.
Whiskey for my cat
cocaine for my dog
heroin for my turtle
give me strong coffee
I used to pull the train
on my vein, relax the
fist watch the blood
squirt in the syringe
Wait for the rush nod
like sex simply better
like love only superior
heaven hell Saturn
Tears from the New
Mexican sky, albino
flying bison, speaking
roadrunners, thumbing
On a hot summer day
standing on Route 66
when a Thunderbird of
pretty senoritas stops.
Spaniard checked into the Veteran’s
Hospital, he’d let the drink and drugs
take control, his mind was on a cliff
Everything he owned fit in a paper
bag, his Honorable Discharge, New
Testament from boot camp, a photo
Of his lady and their child, a few note
books of words he’d written, Spaniard
washed his only underwear in a sink
And spread them to dry on a radiator,
in the morning his 34 inch waist Fruit
of the Looms were all stretched to the
Point of splitting by this fat idiot in
the bed next to him, he was waiting for
Spaniard to explode, Spaniard was on
Him with snake like swiftness, he put
his finger in Fatty’s eye, “It would be
a damn shame to turn your brains to
Mush over some damn drawers. Your
bully days are over, comprende amigo?”
Spaniard hit him in the nose, it burst
Like a July fire hydrant in Harlem, he
ripped the stretched underwear from
the thief and threw them against the wall
they resembled a Picasso masterpiece.